I went into your room last night.
My intensions truly pure.
But when I opened the door,
Your scent was no longer near.

I crept into your bed again.
But you weren't by my side.
If I hadn't been so drunk,
I wonder would I have cried?

Your bed's no longer soft.
The sheets no longer warm.
No stuffed animal to lay beside.
No arms to shelter me from my storms.

I woke up in the morning.
There's not a trace of you.

The walls are bare.
Your belongings all gone.
This place is lonely.
I played your song.

This is goodbye again.
The thing I hate the most.
Time keeps moving forward...
Leaving me behind...

How do I say farewell to these images that keep lingering in my mind?