Last Goodbye


When the tears roll down the windshield

From where the face has cracked the glass

I sigh at the passing of all our fears

Lost to the murky dusts of our past

And it's nothing but fragments of old holidays

Fake smiles and plastic mistletoe that hangs

With the feigned comraderie and celebrations

That are soon to meld with our own remains


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