The Stench

Swift and certain

You flipped that switch

Graced to so easily

Shut us off

It's not fair

You get to move on

And on

And on

And I'm trapped here

Floating in memories

And memories

And memories

Of you

And us

And endless dreams

Of our future

Left wanting

And forgotten

No more than

An empty milk carton

No continued use

Only impending stench