today
i turned a page
i walked away
i let you go
i forgot your face
i blocked your fire
i closed the gate

though my longing stays
and your illusions remain
and the magic i thought i held
well, it’s still what i crave

so i can claim the day,
i suppose…
i can profess that i am free
to find another way

but i let you in, and parts of you
…they still remain

i will need sometime i guess
to clean my house
and hope the scent of you
slowly fades away