Tell me, honey,
Is it time?
To perish away in a hurry,
Or,
To become a memory?
Everyone I knew,
Has gone away.
Except you,
The most familiar face,
The only face I loved,
Like I never could ever anybody.
Is it time?
For you to turn into a memory?
I doubt though,
For you are,
Someone I can nor will ever let go.