The Start of Ending, Again.

I can't do it.
I can't pretend I'm not sad but in fact my tear ran out.

I can't do it.
I can't stand where you stood and still hear voices and songs echoing my sound, word by word.

It's not possible to do it.
I can't and I won't think about doing it.
I don't do it.
Because there's no way out as long as love remains.

The form of relationship that will not separate us.

So there goes the unspoken silence when it supposed to sound,
there is a cold feet upon the mere memory of comfortable company.

I can't do it.
Because I still see us,
we are not at the end.
But it ended.
Those stares and la viva belongs to only us ended.
The Ending started.
And they don't know it.