I am scared of you; I am wary of your shadow;
I tremble at your voice; I quiver as you move the elbow.
Oh no, come not near me; you instill icy season within;
Please do not go away, the Lonely demon lurks around.
Go away, please return soon,
My perplexed head cries loud, the heart benumbed.
I turn my back, you set to leave;
The space between us is but left to bereave.
We are but a widow pair,
We move from one shadow to a corner.
Death of the song has long been completed;
Go draw the curtain, the players are long gone.
The props are lifted, the lights switched off,
The lone drunk man stutters to the next door step.
Heads drooping, eyes a shadow of grey;
The two figures walk back their mile.
The song echoes in their head;
Is it just a sea of grief, or do memories too turn senile?
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