I reminisce too much.
Besides, what else is there to do?
Remnants of the past, fragments
Still squirming in my conscience

In some vague room
A flicker of my smile, a candle, a black robe
And my button down shirt
Laid across the floor for you to step on
And you carefully tip toed
To catch me in time, but I wasn't falling

The seasons have passed exceedingly slowly
But now, I am smiling again
My nights are somehow less tormented

It is beautiful today and I have things to do
But before I leave and conquer the week
I pause, if only for a moment, in this sun lit room

I touch the French window
And leave you behind, one last time
Like shabby finger prints on unstained glass

I'm not sorry anymore
I've made my choices
And now that you're gone all I have are the voices
The ones that told me to get away
The ones that beg for an end to pain
They tell me what to do and where to go
They tell me lies but there's nothing else I know
So I choose to believe that this is what's best
I can't fight it so I'll lay you to rest
I don't want to let you go
But its better for you and that's all you need to know
If I can spare your life then I'm doing what's right
Because I can't let you watch when I turn out the light
If worst comes to worst then I'll live alone with this curse
And when it comes time to accept my defeat
You won't be here so you won't have to see it