Okay

Four seasons
Seven days
Disputed reasons
Whatever she says
Years pass
Many cycles
Memories amass
Of deft survival
Still
I know you didn’t mean it
Until
The emotional deficit
Changed it all
Rearranged it all
Suddenly
We were sliding out of control
Glibly
You said it was just like parole
But you meant its over
You didn’t dare say
But it was truly over
Like the end of a darkened day
Done
Washed away
Gone
Okay
Lost forever
Until
We could never
Fill
The gap that was left
Soiled
Bereft
Of meaning
Celebrating
Endings
Eternal blackness
Death and decay
There is no other way
And nothing left to say
Okay

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