I suck at poetry but here this is

I can smell your perfume from here,
And I can see your heart grow harder and colder,
As you're peach like mind rots you from the inside.

I hope you still remember us when you're gone,
When we're gone,
And you're gone,
And everything is gone,
God, one day it will all be gone.

what will we do then?
What will we do then when our feet can't touch the ground,
And the clouds are too thin to hold our ever increasing weight?

You're colder.

Colder than I ever thought you could be,
back when you laid your head on my lap,
my lap on the bench on the concrete,
alone and depressed,
Folded up onto your self and over the edge,
A drunk on a bender that never ends because nothing ever ends.

It will all be gone but it won't end.

It can't end.

It can't.