Tears flood your eyes as we sing our last song.  Our fogged nights and strobe light skin have passed.  We are left with a warming cast of light peeking through my curtain in the early morning.  Nothing more do we need, nothing more do we want.  My mind retreats into the shadows, hiding from the light of what happened.  Your loving lips are beginning to beg for attention.  No longer am I its spotlight.  I'm sorry.  I'm sorry I made you think something could come from this.  I'm sorry I made you think that all of this was a good idea just waiting to happen.  I'm sorry I built your hopes up like a log cabin, then became an arsonist.  I'm sorry that your trust is broken from my rampage of narcissism and careless actions leading to an ultimate demise that I saw coming yet did not send you signals of a bad time.  I'm sorry of all the pain and confusion you must feel after I dropped you off for the last time, becoming separated by loose stone driveways and pieces of yourself, eroding from your once solid mindset. 
I'm sorry I loved you.
All that we can do now is forget that anything ever happened.  We must develop some kind of brain disease that prevents memories from being formed and remembered.  I'll remember one thing though.  I'll remember the way you said my name late at night telling me what I should do.  And the way you looked at me with burnt eyes and told me you loved me.  I'll remember your fingers running slowly through my hair as we fell asleep to songs of the night.  I'll remember how, as we slept, I would sometimes wake up to double check I wasn't dreaming.  I'm sorry that I broke your heart, and kept the pieces in my room.
I'll scatter them into the sky and they will become the stars that we kept telling each other we should gaze upon.  One day we will star gaze.  That day we'll both be together and happy.