It was done:

What was it we said and did
that made it seem as though
it had happened all over again
for the first time?

I could have let myself think
that it was all the same,
but I knew you'd know better.
I cannot even try to fool you,
though I can fool myself easily
without even trying.
You won't blink, won't flinch,
won't forgive with an indulgent
look of ironic cynicism...

That look of yours that sets me
free inside my chains
bores into me and vanishes,
and love remains in its wake.