It's always hard for Me (You know and I know) but I've had no other choice than getting used to...

Your absence opened a hole (as usual, I will not lie) that distance helped widen up; eventually I tried to to move on, but this abbyss seems to call my name.

Your ego carved a new place filled with your doubts and fears -this I just guessed, only to find, later on, that I was right- but I could not reach out, not anymore, not through You, 'cus it would have meant precisely that, to try through You. You know and I know that, inspite of the rights I granted Myself with, I swore to never disrespect You.

So, You see? I was left with no other place but a backroom seat to watch You fall.

My promise was to never let You fall appart, that much I remember, but unfortunately You let Yourself go down, and I won't be witness to it...