The Departure of the Soap Maker in a Cold Night of October

I walked the streets with my mask put on
Whisper words only my soul could hear
I ache while you sleep miles away
Left broken grounds while I walk along

There's no point of return now dear
I'm breathing alone with my mask put on
I hesitated a while to hear your call
Broke chandeliers while I walk along

I left the door and locked you in
Hear nothing while you slowly disappear
I'll see colors with my mask put on
Hushed these tears and walk along.