You look awfully small
In that big old house of yours
And I feel my eyes start to close
And a dizzy slumber
Casts over my mind
As the tea cup
I had been cradling
Slowly slips out from
My feeble grasp

Behind closed doors
And opened minds
I see you pacing back and forth
Clutching to my unfinished manuscript
And I watch as you
Gradually become
As evanescent
As the time we spend together
(Always fleeting)

Slipping away into
An eternally indifferent state
Making it hard to heal
Yet impossible to feel
(Please hold on)
The best possible outcome
You could muster up
Gaining fictitious strength
In the sentences  
I never got the chance to finish
The mystery you breath for
Is what regrettably keeps me alive
As you slowly die inside.
(Just let me go)