My last ode to you.
I wanted to start anew,
with you.
But, I understand now we can't.
Oh, how looking into the abyss enchants.
It grants, me with a yearning,
but it's not you, and this feeling isn't new.
Oh, sweet nothingness, how your utter bliss,
and things are going askew with you.
But, I'll tell you now, I understand, that's why I didn't chase.
Oh how you grew, don't worry I don't think you as shrewd or a shrew.
But between me and you, I think this ode is rather cruel to me.
Oh, don't worry it's okay, 'cause I'll gladly take it all away.
So this isn't a lament, but a acceptance,
about how we grew, me and you.
Oh nothingness, your not the abyss, so don't worry.