Cliche

But now that it’s all gone
don’t cry for me
think about the times we had together
the good times
we danced in the middle of the street
in the middle of our living rooms.

Loving you, we gave each other
everything inside of me
my light says that I’ve made progress
I’ve reconnected my heart to my mind
I’ve reconnected my soul to my being
and beautiful it says

something we should never let go was at my center
essential to my existence, we gave that to you as my torch
and like a fickle god we reined your rain on me, and cared like a human.
We cared while you’re a friend of the cyncial, you are a friend of the scoffing to the ultra sensitive
while I’ve discovered that a cliche is only overused when you’re overtly sardonic.