This loss This waste without regret This I wouldn’t trade for the world This I can’t leave alone This I crave for my being
It’s special, it’s ours
We won’t talk about it, we never will But when I see you again Will my eyes do nothing but well Will my knees crumble with relief and love Will I scream out for you Will it hurt any less the next time we leave?
In another life in another time You don’t leave and neither do I And we stay and we build and we live And that’s enough for both of us
But I never thought it would be me, I thought what I love would never have to leave my life and I would be ok. And if it left then it was meant to. It doesn’t feel that way. It feels like I’m an egg and I have cracked endlessly