I probably don’t miss you

All views end with you
Somewhere in one of the days
Stuck at the end of roads
I cannot reach
Over there behind old walls
And pillars
Where a hundred years ago
Lovers would hide
Under sighs…
Over there you get lost
With the taste of dead words
Leaving behind waves and darkness
We remained frozen
Among shadows the sun creates
I will never like to follow you
For vanity has no other meaning…
I probably don’t miss you
But the way I loved you instead