by Francesca Thrash
I'm dead to you and just as well,
There's nothing left to see.
Just a faded, painful memory,
You've been trying to set free.
My cold and heartless words to you,
Were just echoes of denial,
Of feelings I avoided,
Of feelings there on trial.
Too many times I hurt you,
Too many times I lied,
And now, as friends, we close the door,
Pretending I have died.
Home again,
Jiggety jig!