The place where I would have hoped you would meet me 

As pure as your heart ought to be 

The emptiness , around you , adores to linger 

To violently haunt , be it day or be it night 

There is no use , for that smile of yours , no matter how bright 

Hard to declare what real means 

Too deep into your fantasy you have lived ,

                      it seems rather impossible to return 

The memories , be them good or be them bad ,

                           you have allowed for them to burn 

Youthful , cheerful sinners 

So much time with you spent 

Summer nights , flowers sweet of scent 

Home , you used to feel when you would glance at my face 

Home , now , seems but a foreign place 

You were convinced your heart’s purpose is but to break ,

                                             any trace of me , you decided to erase.