# Goodbye

**Published by:** [Interludes](https://paragraph.com/@interludes/)
**Published on:** 2022-01-03
**URL:** https://paragraph.com/@interludes/goodbye

## Content

My heart used to recognise a place The way eyes know themselves when the mirror shows it’s face Time has left it’s mark, like a grave The smells on the wind don’t feel quite the same The fools have flatten the hills to make roads The trees have been made into billowing loaves Pungent egos hang like coat-hanger souls The stench of the smartarses clots the windows Springs don’t sing for the deaf Players play til whistles the ref Eyes on the back of what’s said Dreams are for those now dead My heart used to recognise a place The way eyes know themselves when the mirror shows it’s face Time has left it’s mark, like a grave The smells on the wind don’t feel quite the same That home has melted, as Spring does snow, Tourists walk through the ruins and go, Scholars will learn and shall know, “There once was a dream, that was Rome”

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