This feeling that I always get
A feeling of nausea
And a feeling of regret

Sentiments of which falter within
Inside the thoughts of the weary
Pining for your love and for no one to break in

Alas, 'twas a drastic moment
Meeting you indubiously
Unsought to be yours at that hour, 'till this minute

A sendoff is what our fates should entail
With no loving memories to cling on to
Free of worries, and clear thoughts that prevail