"Uncloser"

This room is infested with
The smoke of stale cigarettes
The smell of your perfume
Still on the bed
Ashes scattered about the room
Some from the smoke
Some from me and you

Tell me is this it
Is it over?
Was I a fool
Or did you just fool me over
Id rather die than feel
This Uncloser to you.

I wish i knew how to turn back time
Maybe we could go back
And there could be something to find
Torn scraps of paper
Littering the floor
Those words a song no more
Was there a reason you did this?
Tell me again.
Destruction for destruction's sake,
Do you know when to say when?
Maybe you can explain
Maybe you cant
Thats ok....im not listening anymore anyway.

This is it.
This is over
Was I a fool
Or did you just fool me over,
Id rather die than feel
This uncloser to you.

Jason Cueto 08/2016