I’m afraid I won’t know when,
It’s really time to let go.
I feel like it’s been two lifetimes,
Since I felt your hands on mine.
I know the texture is different with age,
But the rest remains the same.

I’m hoping you still think of me,
In the warmth of his arms.
Closing your eyes like our first kiss,
As that carousel continues to spin.
I know the imagines still remain,
I see them everyday.

Sleepless nights are close friends of mine,
hours spent watching you dance, across the ceiling of my mind.