I don't regret the choice I made,
The decision forced on me, to go away.

I live today off another day-old danish.
Crystallized sugar sticks to my lips for a moment,
Then it falls away, bouncing off my lap to the ground.
Like it's representative of what happened to us,
We were stuck to each other, then hit the ground. Hard.

Our vibrant red love diminished to a dull charcoal. It boiled to a vapor and was eradicated by a gust of wind.
It's almost like I went to sleep holding you in my arms, and woke up with a new face, in a different house, a totally different person.

Yet, the puddle on the ground from the rainfall earlier holds my reflection, and I have the same face I had when I was with you.