Away from home, though I can still feel the comfort.
Miles from you and I beam in someone else’s arms.
I don’t grim, ‘cause I don’t feel your harms...
happiness comes, goes, needing no effort.
Did I do wrong? I don’t think so.
Should I blame myself for finding shelter under someone else’s roof?
How can I forget that every single thing is a proof
that the love I felt disappeared in the haze of my soul?
I’m not saying this all meant nothing.
You know I’m not that cold,
but our moments grew old
and the moments apart taught me it is also not everything.
At the end I say you “thanks”.
You gave me what I needed.
I gave you all I had
A fair trade, someone thinks.
It is truly funny to think that now I can see,
after living what I fought you to avoid.
I was expecting feeling a dark death void,
but it was living light for me.
Do I love you?
Have I loved you?
Did I love you?
I will never be able to see it through.