Death of a Relationship

The wake up call to the rented room
Sounded like the toll of impending doom
While the silence hung in my empty head
Downstairs they sung dirges for the dead

We walked down the road to our rendezvous
The silent town seemed to be mourning too
And the Banyan roots like the banshee's hair
Were just silent mutes waving in despair

While we watched the sun paint the sky red
She talked of how love was underrated
And there I knew it would never be alright
But I was true, when I told her I had lied

She got up, left, never said goodbye
And all she left to remember her by
Were the stains of red on her glass of wine
And drops she'd shed on the drapes; drying

I called her up, ten thousand times
She never picked up, those ringing mimes