Gone

you wont listen to me now. my words fall upon deaf ears. the flowers are dying now that you picked for me my bed empty; swollen full of tears. i feel forgotten and discarded; even so, you remain my muse. i never meant to sour this love we held. some decisions you never mean to choose. you can pretend i don't exist now and ignore when i insist that some things even when they seem to be broken can still be slowly fixed. my sadness drapes over me at evening time a cape of solitude and dispose i long to unveil this uncertainty and replace it with the vows we chose. there cannot be an end to forever i told you i would love you until then. i keep my promise. i am still here, just as i have always been.