Just a quick write-up. It is rather lyrics than a poem, so I shall most probably make it into a song.
I redid my calculations,
And the conclusion I’ve won
Is that if I were still here,
I had better be gone.
For the light grows dim,
And wherever you’ve been,
I’ve been waiting for you,
But you never came.
I’ve inspected the hole in my existence,
And it’s all been hindered by my persistence,
I’ve been everything and anything wrong,
It all could be mended – if I were gone.
The cure for this whole situation
Doesn’t take a silver tongue, easy persuasion.
It’s been written all along on the wall:
For the one to thrive, the other takes a fall.