Goodbye.
Twice removed and twice forgotten,
The symphony of excuses the house holds is bitter, rotten.
Still lives adore walls once bare;
I am indifferent to the changes. Honestly, I don’t care.
A fan sweeps under the beam were He once hung,
Dead - lifeless, pale.
He won.
My savior is gone;
The bittersweet imprint my late lover has laid,
Succumbs sweetly to the test to of time.
As the gently caressed memories,
Begin to fade.
The symphony of excuses the house holds is bitter, rotten.
Still lives adore walls once bare;
I am indifferent to the changes. Honestly, I don’t care.
A fan sweeps under the beam were He once hung,
Dead - lifeless, pale.
He won.
My savior is gone;
The bittersweet imprint my late lover has laid,
Succumbs sweetly to the test to of time.
As the gently caressed memories,
Begin to fade.