And my eyes will continue to search for you
across the crowded rooms we share.
Tomorrow i will scour less
than yesterday;
and my love will grow weaker
and then i will be ready...

My heart will beat slower
And the urge to make it beat faster with you
will fade ever so slightly
if not significantly, enough
and then i will be ready...

I will let go of this lead balloon,
which against all odds will float into the sky,
and away and away from here and from the us that was.
let me go now, honey
i cannot cry any more
i cannot care any more
it is too much for me any more
We could have been more.
We are no more.