Erosion

I'm cleaning your finger smudges from my blurry eyes I'm hiding the key I always kept by the door Every trace I've searched for, so you will not feel welcome here. In your restless storms, you sucked away whatever was not tied down In your busy mind, you were busy painting me into a corner But I slipped out of my shoes, and now I'm standing Where you used to be, I stand inside my own self now I'm the janitor in my own soul, and things are much clearer now Every thing's keyed and locked, and the rooms will be silent In the evenings, as I drink a last toast to what is no more, And to what never was. I will dream no more dreams but my own. Now you resemble nothing so much as an empty picture frame In a deserted hovel, in someones nightmare- And the sea is getting ready to swallow it whole.