Stains who's stories I can tell
Crushed into the weave
Begging to be noticed still
Though all have had to leave
Incremental pain
Is climbing up again
As I accept those days are gone
And no one is to blame
Love has been away as long as
Peeling paint implies
While people once so intertwined
Disconnect their lives
Dusting walls, the fingerprints
I find are all the same
As the ones impressed here, on my heart
Each one has a name
Incremental pain
Is receding again
'Cause I'm grateful that, although they're gone
For a while,
at least they came