I’m walking towards the gates of death,
the doctors told me I have six months left.
I wish I could let go of your hand, without tears in my eyes…
But I’m just vulnerable and broken on the hospital bed by your side.

Time were not in our favor,
we were supposed to die together.

Theme parks and sands, mountains and road trips.
I still remember the coffee you brewed for me, even till the last sip.
The outlines of the photographs, smiles from cheek to cheek,
I wish I had more time, even till the very last week.

Time were not in our favor,
we were supposed to die together.

The future plans, the children’s names, and the family car.
All washed away, a deep knife cut that leaves me a scar.
I wish I could just let you go and smile from afar,
(and emptiness fills the room),
no matter how much alcohol there is left in the bar.

Time were not in our favor,
we were supposed to die together.

Till my very last breath, I hope I can hold on.
I am selfish and weak, and I need to stay strong.
I am thankful, that I will no longer be a burden,
but deep down inside I know I am of heavy laden.

Promise me that you will be happy again,
for I love you more than I love myself,
and a replacement would only be justice with much gain.

Do not be afraid to let those walls down again,
and no need to run and chase and pant as you have always did without vain.

Because at least now I can watch you from above,
even after six months, the greatest undying source I can give you,
is my deepest truest and strongest pure love.

Time, in the future will be in our favor,
when we meet in heavens again and be together.
... and finally, forever.