It seems easier now.
Though these flowers
seem duller,
Though these trees
seem darker,
Though these clothes
seem shabbier.
But it is easier now.
Without waiting
for a call,
Without waiting
for a word,
Without waiting
for a smile.
It is easier now.
After walking away,
Leaving the past in the past.
It's easier now.
That you've really told me to go,
And my heart is already on the floor.
I realise this,
That I should have
left a long time ago.
