Oiled handprints smeared on walls

Mark the places memories once stood

I forever wander through emptied halls

Trying to reach you, if only I could.

Blank counters, layered in dust

Hastily packed bags fly all too quick

Laid on the floor, our shattered bond of trust

Slowly, sinking, wasting; our love is sick.

All I see are windows broken

Their cries echoing within my ears

Alas; I spy your final token

A memory to treasure throughout the years

A cup of cold coffee

This is all I have left of you.