Yesterday stains today
With leftover sensation
Coating every surface
With layers of scar tissue
Pregnant with history

Fragments of forgotten whispers
Form a thick layer
Of what once was but will never be
Again
While every purity is tainted
By the shadows Time left behind
In ignorance or intent

And so
Although I’ve touched
Every surface
Of this tiny room
Tens of thousands of times
Its time now
For our time together
To come to an end
Its time now
To grow beyond
The confines of this space
Its time
To start an unfamiliar chapter
Somewhere else