seeping through is your scent. so fresh; so lovely still--even through it all my love. it makes me long for your bright eyes on mine again. but the past must remain.
you've got my heart on overdrive, trying to fight the sleep falling over me again. for you'll be there, just on the other side of my lids. you'll ask for my hand and we'll dance that last dance again.
and in the morning as the sun spills over my eyes, you'll tip your hat and say those words.
'my love, goodbye'