No Path to Cross

I no longer find joy
in lying to you each day.

The you who—
day after day...keeps me whole,
even that you I must push away.

Truth is, not everything suits everyone.

I too feel so out of place—
in this city,
drowning in wealth's crowd.

At this address, we will never...
meet again.

Our last meeting came
after endless waiting.
I felt it then—
my beloved, you are the only one!

Today I lack the strength to touch you.
The road grows longer and longer,
just as your absence
hollowed me out.

Yet this merciless time
asks me to turn to stone?
This reality seems to have
stolen everything from me!

Do you know
when I last kept myself well?

In this helplessness that binds my all,
how will I cross this hard road?