The light is no longer on Your memories are no longer welcomed The stairs we used to sit and speak about the future Will stain and rotten as time goes by and it will be a grim reminder of the lies that unfolded My windchimes will blow gentle cries into the air A reminder of when you first kissed me in that cold January night When my heart skipped a beat Clueless to the pain it would entail But as the porch rottens so will my memories Till one day they will cease to exist and like the porch it will crumble.