My dear shooting star:
never fall from the heavens
just to be with me.

Always will the sun
shine upon closed eyes until
we all learn to bloom.

I want this kiss to end,
it brings me pain to say
that I've thought a lot about it
and at risk of sounding cliche:

we wanted it to last forever
and I'm sorry that it can't be,
but when I'm done explaining
I'm hoping that you'll see.

Eternity has no meaning
as profound as it may seem;
value is found in the fleeting
otherwise we'd always dream.

The thing that makes it beautiful
is that it has an ending,
our time is short and limited
so we choose where our time is worth spending.

We choose to be together
as our lives are drifting by,
we'll take each others breath away
until we finally die.

I want this kiss to end,
on that I'm very sure.
I want this kiss to end
so I can give you a thousand more.

There's one less set of footprints
upon my bedroom floor,
there's half as many clothes
behind the closet door.

There's a lonely set of arms
that used to embrace its pair,
there's one less person here
but one more vacant chair.

There's a heart that was once overflowing
and bursting from the soul,
but it seems that just a half
can claim the very whole.

Somethings can be mended,
but never replaced by another.
In empty beds we learn
how to live without each other.