Oiled handprints smeared on walls
Mark the places memories once stood
I forever wander through emptied halls
Trying to reach you, if only I could.
Blank counters, layered in dust
Hastily packed bags fly all too quick
Laid on the floor, our shattered bond of trust
Slowly, sinking, wasting; our love is sick.
All I see are windows broken
Their cries echoing within my ears
Alas; I spy your final token
A memory to treasure throughout the years
A cup of cold coffee
This is all I have left of you.