Clean-scented laundry fills the room,
I can’t breathe, it smells of him, I’m now shrouded in gloom,
Of a love that burned bright, and yet died too soon,
Wherever you are, in your absence I weep,
Why you couldn’t stay, is a secret I keep so deep,
You needed to find your own way, they’ll say,
You leaned on me and we fell, caught in life’s play.
But as the memories fade, I still long for the day,
When our love was the sun and when the world was our bay.
I now choke on your closeness, a love beyond repair,
In truth, it was a soiled love in disarray, o’how life is cruel, and unfair.
And as the memories continue to fade, I go on, wishing I’d been wiser, held on tighter, and with care.
But our love that once burned so bright, has now died by our past’s despair.
And so I move forward longing for a time that couldn’t last,
at the very least, aware.