Finished

Your eyes peer at me from puddles of dripping tears

as your voice echoes from the back alleys of my mind.

I walk down this avenue and everywhere I turn,

there are memories of you.

The way you laughed

at me.

The way you cried

for me.

The way you held

my hand.

The way you lied

to me.

The way you

hurt me.

The way you

broke my heart.

The crumbling walls display posters held in place by your barbed words,

while the birds croak out the honey coated words

that whisper through the air polluted by your mockery of love.

I hold a picture of us in my hand;

Lift it to the Son and watch the rays of Truth

burn your face to ash

that falls like snow among the burned piles

of the years I lost with you.

Walking further, I see the tipped scales of Justice;

the joys we shared struggle to outbalance the pain

in vain.

Whatever happiness you gave me

was always followed by the storm clouds of your contempt

for me.

This entire landscape of this thing we called "love"

so barren, grey, and cold;

crumbling from your neglect.

I cannot believe I lived in this world for so long,

painting over the grey walls with your painted lies,

patching the streets with stones of your materialistic affections.

This whole town is a lie;

our love was

a lie.

I drop a match upon the barren land at my feet;

the fire catches quickly, spreading across the long dead landscape,

destroying everything that never truly was.

With a weary smile and nary a backward glance,

I turn away, knowing that now,

finally,

It is finished.

10/4/12