The smell of cigarettes surrounds me As I climb the steps towards the doors Of your home away from home. My mother meets me at the door And I sign the visitors register Struggling to remember your room number.
3003
As I walk down the corridor I am warned that you look tired. I know how it's going to end and I’m somewhat prepared. I see you, and my heart breaks. I can’t stay for long for fear of exposing my emotions to Grandad So I leave the room and escape the building tears streaming down my face.
The smell of cigarettes surrounds me As I realise this could be our last meet As I realise that I didn’t tell you, I loved you.