It has come at the long last.

After so many tries and fails,

After long talks about amiss of silence,

After the rotting wood melded with the soil,

After our memories became just unneeded rubbish,

After our last words sunk into puddles

Never dilvulged, never answered, or heard...

It has came then at last... To mock us gently.

Yet I cried at the truth, I beseechingly yearned for...