A Widow’s Reprise

Get out of my hair.

Your hypnotic whistle.

Your transient stare.

Gold is worthless whilst you’re there. I forgot, why do we care?

We never gave up.

We never gave in.

We never gave out.

I played it cool, I always do.

I can’t get over you.

Half a decade has since lapsed.

I can still hear your laugh.

Get out of my hair.