Treat the ones you love,
like you don't love them
anymore,
leave them standing,
outside your door,
knocking,
staring in the window,
fogging up the glass.
Wondering why,
things so beautiful
couldn't last,
and had to be destroyed,
and laid to rest.
Wasn't our love
the best?
You got lost
along our way,
and
started to stray,
and
things have just
never been the same.
