Tempermental Saddening

My sorrow for you is formal
It wears a black suit and tie
With a pair of shoes most abnormal
Made of affliction, and trimmed in remorse

Throw these stones through our reflections
Clear the lines that define content
Scatter light in all directions
Forget the beginning, focus on the end

Parted hands and parted hearts
It's hard to say if I am awake
Bow your head as he departs
It's over now

Hate
Demise
Fate
Goodbye's