Once again I find myself one on one,
ears ringing bringing me a slow singing,
tone of peace, brutality, duality,
my means to an end, I did not pretend,
led me to a dead-end, used to this I knew just how to mend,
cracks formed on the surface, long before our awareness,
so we grew apart but the long years left a mark,
scarred we depart,
our bleeding hearts.
the grief from those that leave,
they disappear only to become free,
yet we never forget the long lost and deceased,
this may not always be seen but is carried and we believe,
that one day we will meet,
things fall into place, ordinary, neat,
and everything will be complete.