Under the Hanging Vines

As I sit here with you under the hanging vines,
I gaze into your eyes,
As they twinkle and water.
You know that the time has come,
That my love for you has died.
Even as you grasp your arms around me,
Pleading and crying to me…
I look at your face for the last time.
I don’t feel anything for you,
It was a mistake to take your hand,
And place your heart with mine.
This will be a vivid memory,
That will distance you from me.
My hold on you will fade one day,
As you continue life pretending like
I damaged you, you will forget
And think of me as a false reality.
Even with all we have been through,
And all the feelings you killed…
No one will ever take you out of my thoughts.