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It’s a cold day in Paradise—
Walkways echo with you.
I wish you weren’t a memory,
I wish you stayed with me.

I’ve exhausted all my heartbeats
On a weight I cannot refuse.
Its getting dark right after dawn
Now the path we walked upon
Has only one pair of footsteps.
The distant city holds only regrets.
I am guilty, I am guilty of opening my soul
And the pain tires me to my bones.

I travel to what will have been the pier
Where we will have said our goodbyes.
The taste will have been the tears
I will have kissed from your eyes.
That will be the song of the dove
That will die where once was love.
Shadows surrounding the leaden skies
Where we should have spent our years.

Goodbye new world,
Goodbye what could have been.
Farewell sights I never have seen.
Let me be a fond memory,
Part of you as you are part of me.

© 2018 Marten Hoyle