Analysis

Rusty rings, crumpling with touch, welcoming farewells replaced I love you so much,
Muse of all my heartaches from love, the commitments now buried under dust

Pleased you with my futile ways, to be something you love, anything you'd celebrate
Your careless fulfilled wish, when I fell for you like a shooting star that can't be saved

The untouched wrinkles after flicking the page, held more emotions than words
The crumpled paper in his journal, I was the last page, and none left afterwards

The helplessness helped me to analyse, I was just an analyst in a lover's disguise
And so loneliness felt more accompanying than your presence in hindsight