i woke up to yet another day
grown to expect

expect more of the same

except for, for a subtle change

and that is, i'm slowly fading away

harvest moon, soon will pass

crop is gone, left only chaff

a bitter pill, and an overcast
a flag unfurled, at half mast

a year to the day

since you went away

a moment in time

when you were last mine

i'm here standing still

with more time to kill

i barely survived

i barely survived

like pouring salt on an open wound
memory filling

filling this empty room

i'm as bare, i'm as bare

as a barren womb

still like the air

in a whitewash tomb

a year to the day

since you went away

a moment in time

when you were last mine

i'm here standing still

with more time to kill

i barely survived
i barely survived

year a to the day

since you went away
a moment in time

when you were last mine

i'm here standing still

with more time to kill

i barely survived

i barely survived

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