We meet and my heart remembers,
though time has tried to forget.
Your voice, a melody aching,
a song that’s not over yet.

Each time we part, the wound reopens,
a pain both bitter and sweet.
But I'd choose the ache of you leaving,
over knowing we’ll never meet.

For how could I bear the silence,
the weight of a final goodbye?
I’d rather the fleeting embers
than an unlit, starless sky.

So come, even if it’s to vanish,
to break me and scatter my soul.
I’ll gather the pieces each time you leave,
for the hope of one day being whole.

Let me lose you a thousand times,
if it means I can hold you once more.
Your love is the hurt I choose to endure,
a wound I’ll forever adore.