You’re stench fills my nose

Watered eyes stain my clothes 

To look back is to regret

To look ahead is to accept

Never look back is what’s always been said

But I am a grief ridden soul 

The piano plays a sickly tune

The keys just a note off

The violin rings against the walls

Of the grave you’ve been set in

Buried in the back of my mind

I find it hard to remember your face

To remember the smell of your room

That I had spent so many years in

With every passing second a piece of you dies

I don’t want to look back but my eyes are glued to the back of your head.

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