Silent Farewell.

It’s funny how things change,

Slipping through our fingers all the same,

We try our hardest to grasp, to cling,

To the tiny pieces we used to claim.

My vision, once so clear, now blurred,

From we to I, each line a word.

The melody that once played near,

Now echoes softly, full of fear.

How my favorite song went still,

From Sweet to Dreams from Bunker Hill.

How hopes of us, once burning bright,

Flickered out in endless night.

The future, once a canvas wide,

Now lies erased, all to rewrite.

Everything we had, now dressed in grey,

Has turned to dust and blown away.

Though some things stayed and never bend,

You’re still a part of me in the end.

My favourite artist remains, you see,

The one you left to live in me.

Night by night, I feel your embrace,

A fleeting touch, a vanished face.

The promises we made in haste

Now linger like a bitter taste.

I try to speak, but words fall thin,

Your name’s a wound I can’t seem to begin.

I really do try to let you go,

But you’re still in the shadows that glow.

So I walk, though empty handed,

Through our memories, now reprimanded.

The story’s end, it comes too soon,

Beneath a pale and broken moon.