Distant Lover

I will leave like every time before
Nothing but dry, dead, green grass
The wind will pick up and fly
There's no reason to try

I've folded my clothes right this time
Used the bleach and the cleaner
Thick lines between you and I
Twenty feet of mysterious static

You're the perfect height
Energy always at full charge
Your favorite drink is a Dr. Pepper
Two week old, white paint, still streaks your hair
You smoke half a cigarette every time you light up
Have two beautiful children waiting at home
With the third now developing a nose, eyes and ears
And you sold your wedding ring only to buy it back

This is the way everything should be
No trace left behind
Was there ever even a trace at all?

I'll shut the door for the hundredth time
Only closing it slowly to breath in the last scent of memories
The sun will shine and the birds will still chirp
My hands will let go and the balloons will soar off into the sky
A celebration of an ending and a beginning to come