Final Tear
Our house makes sounds I never heard before -
they're part of the new nightmare-themed decor.
Former comfy rooms, styled with love's heartbeat,
now seep scatty aches, ice spiked with incomplete.
Whether I'm here or there, you're everywhere
igniting more heart weight inside my despair.
Our home that staged our coupled passion burn
is now a grave where eternally lays love learned.
You sought adrenaline speed-soared miles
from freedom sensation motorcycle wiles.
You promised no final mile to ever steer
towards a pain I would ache with no final tear.
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