Everyday I look on that poster on my wall,
and I'm reminded of you.

Of how you left,
of how you'll never come back.

And with everyday I forget a little more of that smile
from that one day in the park.

It's amazing how fast the pathway

went from bursting with life,

to cold and crooked and blue,

to freezing and broken and black as the constant night.

It's amazing how two people

at one time can appear perfect for each other

even when they aren't

and then the inevitable comes

gradual distancing via work and some other lame excuse

and then it's just not there...

and even if they still love each other,

it's to different

and they go their own ways.

Leaving two children behind.