As I take my leave, my gaze goes around the room once more.
The suitcase on the floor beside me, packed full of memories.
The paintings on the wall we picked out together, I leave for you.
The sofa we spent cuddled nights aplenty on...still the best seat in the house.
As I take my leave, I hear the ghost of our love echo through the halls.
Chasing me to the bedroom, laughter spilling through the air.
The love, the touches, the eyes that saw into the depths of my soul.
Whispered words of the night that spilled into the day.
As I take my leave, a photograph catches my eye.
You and me, happy and carefree...plans that reached forever.
Shattered glass mars the face I once adored.
Shattered hearts that can't take back yesterday or mend the loss of tomorrow.
As I take my leave, the memories pile on my heart.
Friendship and love that we thought would last forever.
Now tattered and bruised, broken from within.
Jealous words, spoken in haste and hate.
As I take my leave, I wonder how I'll go on.
You were my friend, you were my love.
The days will be hard, the nights even harder.
But to be stronger, go I must...
Laura Drone