Ode to the Departers

It was a downfall for all

You left and made grave a home

Your touch and sense of being exist

Has become a ghostly figure now

You told me you would be there

When I came home with an impatient waiting

I made my way to your embrace

You made your way to sweet decay

Now I'm sitting at the edge of wreckage

And trying to gather the pieces of cutout

With the last hope of reaching you

With the hands full of blood

Room of people down the street

Noisy figurines without hurry

Now they are just a glimpse of memory

As your entities cannot be extracted from me

I'm driving through the avenue

To feel the moldy burden of the past again

I cannot get you out of my head yet

It just puts a stake into my chest

For 1 of 3 K's