The notes you take that I cannot find
that I search and search for, until the end of time,
that you ran me out of, my place and space, in order to claim as yours and get me erased?
If I didn’t leave, you would have stayed and stayed, until my defeat in pain I laid, only your time was delayed. The love I saved by note, now no longer mine, it still returns to me, only as the divine.
You let me down at every chance and then will snicker, until one day high, your fall from grace is a fatal error.