The Last Season�

disgrace, last season

From the very start I was aware of your handshake that would lead to the fake smile,
I shortly found out who you were and how you would be in my life for just a little while.
When I looked and you weren’t around it was like a smack in the face,
It was like you covered your footprints and left me in disgrace.
My past makes me who I will become and in that you will have no part,
For I should have felt your snake bite when it bit through my beating heart.
I’m sweet, to your sour,
You anger of my willpower.
This is the last season,
No more will I look for reasons.
There was but four seasons and this is the last,
Your very existence I leave in the past.
This isn’t a war, so no need for protection,
You’ll be just a memory with an empty reflection.