You were once my favourite.
The muse of the words,
The muse of the pain,
The muse that was useless.

You were once my favourite,
The steps you took,
The laughs you screamed,
The looks you showed,
Everything that was you.

You were once my favourite,
And now I'm grateful as your figure is slowly fading away,
Like the shadow of yours, vanishing, as you got into those cars,

Every farewell I tried to bid,
Would always bring you back,

But this time.
Would send you back to where you were before,

When we were young,
And you meant nothing.


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