Not Long Left
Moving on revisited
After everything and one has gone,
distant days begun thier song
Soundtracking my final, feeble stand
As dripping taps and creaking doors
acted as the band.
Each room empty,
removed were furniture and faces
Leaving great grieving empty spaces
Just me and my memories now,
and weak old bread gone stale.
The only thing she had left
Both it and I had failed the test,
No longer strong nor fresh.
Rotten to the core, .
For what is left unloved and untouched
Will soon become no more.
Distant doves mock lost loves
As children on streets dance
to the beat of unkown innocent treats.
Standing here with an unwanted beer,
Waiting for two fates to once again meet.
Blue teasing sky avoids these windows,
For there is no room for light here,
Each and every surface
is bruised with regret,
with a house and heart to let.
For a shelter with nothing to shelter,
Is an unloved, untouched heart.
Even the plates and mouldy mugs
Plead for your return
As the undressed lights
burn, burn, and burn.
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