Was it worth it?

“Pray tell,” I inquire, as shadows recede,
“Was the parting a struggle, a heart’s painful bleed?”

Yet the answer, it floats, through ethereal haze,
No more arduous, it seems, than the love’s own charade.

For the grasp on illusion, a burdensome chain,
Dissolving the ties, a release from the pain,
In the dance of the metaphysical, the romantic refrain,
Letting go of the false, a liberation to gain.