The Lights Of An Empty City

[I sat on the edge of time,
feet dangling over the infinite precipice.
If I were to jump,
how long would it take to hit the bottom?]

I’m sorry that we will never see,
a minimized New York from atop L.L.
And I’m sorry that we’ll never hold hands,
as we watch the Japanese seas swell.

All these memories we will never have,
would have been something to remember.
To bad I became one of them, a host,
of endings with no traceable beginnings.

I’m sorry we won’t watch time go by,
at the exact same speed.
And I’m sorry I won’t be there,
in your times of need.

I haunt these floorboards and monochrome walls,
of the fading house we called love.
Soon I will be pulled from this place,
a soul to guide me somewhere new.

I’m sorry for the way I always say “I’m sorry”,
my motto if I ever had to run
But after this last one had been said,
we both knew it was done.

I’m sorry I won’t have these memories,
with what I used to know as You.
But now I’ve transitioned,
a ghost with flesh anew.
You won’t know me anymore,
and I’ll forget you too.
Because now that house is now occupied,
with the blood of someone new.