That’s it then.

It comes to a close

The party’s all over

They left who they chose

It’s my fault my heartaches

It’s my fault I cry

For who are they to bend backwards

For one such as I

The looks, how they thrilled me

The touch, how I craved

The voice, lives within me

The goodbye, forever saved

Locked in my memory

A print in concrete

Like a fly on glue strip

A crease in a sheet

Always there, slightly hidden

Arranged bones behind doors

But the seekers always win

Finding the tracks in the floors

And this advice I’ll now give you

Will help you survive

Leave the ones who ditch you

Find those who wait ‘til you arrive