Parting Shots
So here we are then, finally at the end.
A parting of the ways, never to meet again.
We’ll stitch up the wounds, and clean up the blood,
And eventually it will stop hurting.
But for now, melancholy is all.
And this life is but a shadow.
So what was it all about, this confusion and strife?
Why did the nightingale have to die?
Who built this wall between us?
And where will our fates now take us?
Your reflection in my minds eye,
Now from a funfair hall of mirrors.
The scorpion’s sting and the lion’s claw,
Made a real mess of us both.
I’m shredded and bleeding,
And you’re full of poison.
And it’s too late to turn back the clock,
The damage is already done.
How could we hurt each other so?
In time, will we regret?
Will my ghost follow you down the years?
Or will you soon forget,
And only think of me,
As one of those mistakes people sometimes make.
Will your memory dog my days?
Will you make me wish for death?
Will my soul survive your leaving?
One becomes two, separated forever,
And my heart screams at the loss,
And I’ll scream for years.
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