Everything, in place.
Nothing looks move.
House to clean but she kept that way.

Went by my business.
Without a moment of concern.
This love of mine.
She honestly had earned.

But at the time went.
Came the time(I moment I realize I was alone).

The truth I just avoid.
Even when stated to my face?
That we come to an end.
And she needs her space.

And when I look around this lonely, lonely room?
It hits me hard(the moment I realize I was alone).

Yes, I am filled with regrets.
Some I rather forget.