A welcoming warmth
Surrounds my body,
Making me eyelids heavy
And hard to keep open.

I start to slip
Into a weird sleep:
Not quite awake.
Not quite asleep.

Your face runs
Through my mind.
Is this a dream?
Or memories?

This awkward slumber
Pulls me deeper in.
But something’s wrong.
I can’t try to wake.

This sleep has taken me
Before I want to go.
I can’t sleep yet.
You’re not here.

But it’s hard to resist
For it seems so peaceful.
And as I finally give in,
I feel your hand in mine.

Your face, your hand,
Your love, your touch
Is exactly what I wanted
For my final memory.

You always hear about
Love at first sight,
Spotting each other in a crowded room
On such a special night.

You never think about
It happening to you,
This fairytale love story
Ever coming true.

But there I was, on a special night
In a crowded room.
Yet somehow you spotted me,
And danced away my gloom.

My own personal fairytale
Coming true before my eyes.
Each moment with you was magical,
Never want to say goodbye.

I didn’t believe in fairytale love stories,
Didn’t think they were true.
And I didn’t believe in Happily Ever Afters
Until I met you.

These words flow from my pen
As tears should from my eyes.
But I find my cheeks dry
For I knew this was coming.

It was going too well
For it to end the way I wanted.
All it is really
Is just history repeated.

I cannot make tears surface,
Even if I try,
That’s the good thing about pessimists:
Your hopes never get too high.

Those words should hurt
More than they do.
But I’m used to that pain,
So I’m not affected like I should be.

Does this make me an alien?
Untouched by an obvious emotion?
I should be sad and hurt,
But no tears come
And my cheeks stay dry.

What is it like to die?
Just apart from
The one you truly love
And you’ll know.

You can’t breathe.
You can’t eat.
You can’t think.
And your heart is so broken,
It refuses to beat.

Being away from you,
The only one I love,
Makes me feel as if I’ve died
Because I’m going through hell without you.

Years from now,
You’ll be in your bed
Next to your wife,
Stroking her head.
And you’ll wish it was me.

She’ll look deep in your eyes
And say “I love you”
And though you say it back,
You know that one thing’s true:
You’ll wish it was me.

You’ll have nights on the town,
Just you and your wife.
The kids back at home
Having the time of her life.
But you’ll wish it was me.

You’ll regret leaving me
And you’ll cry into the night.
She’ll hole you to comfort you,
Trying with all her might,

And you’ll wish it was me.

You make me feel free.
You make me feel alive.
You make me feel wanted,
Like I have a place in this life.

You make me feel happy.
You make me feel loved.
You make me feel blessed,
Like you were sent from above.

You make me feel safe
When you hold me close to you.
And when you’re not around,
That makes me feel blue.

You make me feel
Like none has before.
And it’s because of these feelings
It’s you I truly adore.

If I were to die tonight
Without you by my side,
Would you know that my last breath
Was used to say your name as I died?

Would you know, truly know,
What you mean to me?
Know that I love you so
And in your heart, I’ll always be?

Would you know my last thoughts
Running through my head?
My final thoughts were of you, my love,
So unaware that I am dead.

So if I were to die tonight,
And God forbid I do,
I’d want you to know today
That all I need is you.