• This wedge is driving us apart.
    Ripping us asunder.
    The destination is not of the heart.
    So just pull me under.

    Were they all but dreams?
    Here, and then forgotten?
    Just waiting to rip at the seams?
    A brief savior from all that's rotten?

    It all seems to wonderful now.
    Back when you were still my friend.
    Before it was all so foul.
    I don't want this to be the end.

    But it is the conclusion.
    The final curtain call.
    One last dance, without intrusion.
    Then we'll watch that red velvet fall.

    Fin.

    -Eric Tedrow