A little left of a broken smile
Inside a dusty house.
Crying tears we know will stain the deck
Yet quiet, as a mouse.
Silent tears at screaming tantrums
Waiting for the next wave to show.
We didn’t mind the circumstance
Just absolutely hated the show.
Lit a fire for all those lost
To the temptation of the feast
Forgot about the disdain for a moment
Which took us back, at least.
Empty are the hallways
Littered with the past
She wanted to be the only one
But didn’t even end up being last.