From dewy dreams, my soul, arise,
From love's deep slumber and from death,
For lo! the treees are full of sighs
Whose leaves the morn admonisheth.

Eastward the gradual dawn prevails
Where softly-burning fires appear,
Making to tremble all those veils
Of grey and golden gossamer.

While sweetly, gently, secretly,
The flowery bells of morn are stirred
And the wise choirs of faery
Begin (innumerous!) to be heard.

Gentle lady, do not sing
Sad songs about the end of love;
Lay aside sadness and sing
How love that passes is enough.

Sing about the long deep sleep
Of lovers that are dead, and how
In the grave all love shall sleep:
Love is aweary now.

Would you leave me lost?
I could use the stars as guides,
and yet I could find
my way
so much better
by the light of the moon.

Would you leave me breadcrumbs?
I hope the birds
would not have picked them clean.
There might be branches broken
through a rough pathway of trees
that I could follow
in hopes of tracking you.

O, but darling,
the darkness is absolute.

The night you said you'll be okay, you'll be fine,
That's when I felt something's wrong and it was a sign,
You said you'll not cry and it'll take time,
But your world's drifting from mine,

What's good in the morning?
When we both know you're not returning,
I stared at the door hoping to hear a knock,
But then the sun starts to set and I knew you're not coming back.

My room felt so lonely,
These sheets have become my remedy,
Every time I lay in bed,
They're whispering and telling me all the words you've said.

I'm tired of crying every now and then,
I'm scared of asking for a paper and a pen,
You might not give the things I need,
Ignore me like an annoying kid.

But please don't add yourself in my past stories,
Because i'm holding on to us and to our memories,
All I ask from you is be here,
Stay with me because I can't control my anxiety and fear.

Losing you wasn't in my list,
But it seems like you had chosen like it was already a goodbye kiss.