Discarded upon the road
amongst the dust and the dirt
fading then gone in the rear view mirror
the miles start counting off
from a point never to return
that thrown away, discarded, unwanted
for it was seemingly worthless
no reason to keep hold any more
the romance and the dream
of that cursed word, love
still sounding like a sickly note
in the throat, upon the tongue
though it's gone now, out the window
left behind on in the dirt
a final look back in the mirror
nothing, nothing is there any more
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