Your ashes still lie here,
With the last of your remains,
I’m sorry I let you down,
I still suffer from this shame.

Your makeup still smeared,
On my new sweater’s collar,
Couldn’t do anything but watch,
As my heart began to get smaller.

Your jeans are still torn,
From the night you ran away,
My sorrow got the best of me,
And now they’re all stained.

Your eyes filled with fear,
Your cheeks still flushed with crimson,
My heart held you captive,
And alone you lie in prison.

Your eyes are so pure,
Still glowing in the night,
I wish I could go back,
So I can admire them right.

Your lips filled with poison,
Your hair pushed away,
Wish I could forget your flavor,
But I still taste it everyday.