The Disappointment

The disappointment, the tears,
a stark contrast from the starry eyed beginnings,

Where once we use to speak,
oh how the mood has changed!

In place is now a cold facade,
where the windows to the soul remains bleak,

Drifting like an aimless soul,
caught in a trap I always thought was weak,

I wonder why things have changed,
I guess it's because your interest has waned,

Like an ephemeral spark,
disappearing into the dark,

As helpless as I feel,
I slowly watch,

The gray mixing ever so slowly with black,
and finally blending into night,

I am a bystander,
fit to only worry and speculate,

Remember the memories are mine to keep,
what remains are the tears you weep.