Maybe he is just running late
Its way past 12
The candles still burn bright
The food is not yet cold
The wine is crisp
I am here alone dressed to ****
But a party one is no fun

He promised He wouldn’t be late tonight
Its so quiet in here that I can hear myself think
My thoughts are really uncomfortable too
He knew this was important

I had some things to tell him
Now before its too late and I really change my mind
I probably wont I can’t deceive him
Not again

Time is running out
I am living on borrowed time
I am ready to leave
I have made my peace
Did practically everything on my bucket list
Kissed my relatives and wrote my parents letters
Graduated, worked to make a difference
Loved and Lost
But Now I have to leave

I hope he comes home soon
I want to see him, talk to him one last time
Before these eyes close