Requiem

I won't be happy
Till you're gone
I'll then take steps
Start moving on
Yet here we are
Just sharing space
Where neither knows
Their role or place
You flit about
Like half a Ghost
And still my Heart
Provides the host
For feelings
Which I can't afford . .
I need to nail
The final Board . .

So I sit here, wait for the Day,
A time to come, when I can say
I'm done, and proudly stand alone,
That I have examined, dug the grave
Now laid to rest
This particular Bone . . .