There was a time when a kind word was all I need to set my heart a blaze.
But time is funny that way and oh how things changed.
We grew apart, or at least one of us did.
Now your name is spoken in past tense with a tense past.
I hear from you ever now and then, asking me to give in again.
If only you knew that just seeing you around is enough to cut me to shreds.
I know things for you are long since dead, even though I will always love you.
So with heavy heart I put my quill to the parchment and sign my name.
With shaky hands and faultering spirit I make my way down.
A few feet from the mail box my knee trys to buckle.
I must be strong and let things lie in the grave they are buried in.
The scars you gave were as bad as those you received even if you dont see how deep they run.
With a few simple signitures, it is once and finally done.....
