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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