A Cena Estética

He's there, on the other side of the mirror,
And everything's happening at the same time.

But I'm not happening,
I'm just standing here,
Nothing really going on with me.

I don't miss you
But I miss the circumstances
And I don't miss you either
But I miss significance
The times when we knew
We were making history

Our skin would starve and melt
Under the heavy weight of secrets but
Somehow
The things so painful I could not name them
Became the wave we came to dwell in

Somehow
The things so painful I could not name them
Were just a bridge you took from me
'Cause it was in you

Then winter came

Now you're gone
I can't say any words
And there's nothing left but a barricade