The end of a love song
This is different, different than the last one.
My head doesn’t stop spinning, all the answers I have to give.
Remember when you said you shoot the moon out of the sky for me?
Why did you stop?
Words. Only hollow.
The promises?
Your side of the bed lays empty.
I am slowly putting away all the smells.
Of dead flowers.
Is there a box big enough to store it all in?
As I walk the streets again, you are not me.
There is no escape.
What happened? They say.
Morning light in the room, another reminder.
The songs.
He asks me.
Long ago we were.
Getting erased now.
Take away the hurt as well.
Dreamers, do they ever learn?
Oh but I will always see you. Only differently now.