First one to End

My note is left untouched,
Your fingers a blur to watch,
At this faraway distance from shore,
I just can't see you anymore,

I write a few lines in red,
Thinking all this while the times we had,
And here I'm left in this broken bed,
Made for two with a missing thread,

So the red roses turned grey,
And sun light fell into the ocean's droplets stray,
In the shatter of wine and day,
Nothing else ever will stay,

I curl up in the forgotten shell of time,
Telling lies of self and righteous fine,
My empty hand is cold,
My warmth gone like gold.