12 January 2013
We hold the preciousness of the moment
in this empty parking lot of good-byes.
Between us are various components
That won't let us admit what we've denied.
Even though we're leaving for the last time,
I know our hearts will always be calling--
And until I run out of thoughts or rhyme,
I will write things to keep me from falling.
Sometimes I tell myself it wasn't real;
But we both know I'm not someone to trust
There are times when I lie awake and feel
The physical space that was between us--
I suppose this will always be my curse;
I'll love you as long as you say it first.
Opuss № I