92 - A Separation

If not for the echoes of your goodbye

Sadness wouldn't have marked a lonely dent

My heart lost amidst a faint lullaby

Shred and torn to pieces as the days went

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Down the road lies the tears my eyes can't hold

Conscience burdened by the facts still untold

Should I be staying till the bitter end?

Witness myself morph from lover to friend