The sky extends a chilled hand to the hand of grey.
Even though it's May.
Just like my outlook, though it's not shocking.
And the hand of time is ticking and tocking
The pendulum is approaching.
Moving from left to right in vicious carelessness.
The thought of it is revolting.
And I can't get my mind out of this.
That every day gets closer to the day you leave.
And I'm not ready.
I haven't said that I love you enough,
Nor have I kissed your chap stick covered lips that much,
(Darling, chap stick is your vice)
And we haven't yet experienced life.
And I'm aching and breaking and sobbing at night,
Because the darkness creeps in and hides away light,
And the grey skies remind me of the grey sea,
Where you'll be shipping away from me,
And I know this is lame, and I know it's strange
But its been some time since our hearts have exchanged,
And we've been joined together for far to long
To pretend that this feeling doesn't feel wrong,
And I'm terrified of losing you every day,
And I know it's too late to convince you to stay,
Because you've signed the papers that anchor you to sea,
And soon you'll be packing your bags to leave.
I don't want to sit around and wait for you,
But I love you so much and I don't know what to do.