You're the fan with the summer heat.
The color blue with the computer screen.
The simple words only from you.
Why can't I forget you?

You're the dark skies during a storm.
And humidity right after.
******* these so simple things.
Why do they remind me of you?

You're the pain with heartbreak.
All the betrayal of trust.
The confusion and fear.
Everything you left behind.

But why are the smiles?
And the lighthearted laughs?
I'm suppose to be letting go.
But you kept coming back.

You're the final goodbye,
and all the last final tears.
I'm done with these games you played.
So to me, you're in the grave.