I'm sorry but
I have to take this-
The day is calling and
I cannot stay long.
Did you hear that
This life is temporary? Fleeting?
I heard it through the grapevine and
I know that I can no longer
Waste another second
Without the sun
On my skin.
The moon is rising and
I only wish now that
I had said what I wanted to say
When I wanted
To say it.