The sun sets on another chapter,
the book of life moves on another page,
the blank space slowly filling with words,
as things happen, memories are made.

As fated leaves my direct life,
friends we stay, apart,
reflecting back upon the strife.

The kitchen is silient, the bedroom bare,
the house is mine, yet he remains,
his touch on me will always be there,
dispite my manors being such a strain.

As fox joins fox,
raccoons cry, happy for them.
Life goes on,
for this lonely femme.