A tear stained face in the dead of night,
Why choose now to tell me so,
Only just deciding that you must go,
Once we were happy to be together,
Now I will miss you forever and ever.
Why did this happen did I treat you bad,
Was the love I gave enough did I make you mad,
I can't swim an ocean but for you I'd try,
I would fight for you and would gladly die,
I can't reach the stars from where they shine,
Or they would be yours and you would be mine.
Every day I look at you and all the while,
I search your face for that special smile,
I look into your eyes a cold and vacant stare,
No love exists in here though I look everywhere,
How could this happen why has it come to suffer?
We never held on tight enough and drifted away to far.
I searched for you on lonely shores all along the beach,
I see you safe and well but just too far to reach,
You turn and look away from me I guess this time we're through,
I am left alone here now with my thoughts and know I still love you,
Is there no more hope for us is this the end for good,
You know I would do anything to help us if I could.
I would give to you the last beat of my heart,
And know that when your time comes we'll never be apart,
Even though I'd be lonely for more than several years,
Knowing I leave you here your body wracked with tears,
You tell me you will never go but are leaving me behind,
I'm looking for my path you say the one that I must find.
I ask you what I am supposed to do as I'm lonely and I'm lost,
But as I look up and go to speak all that's left is frost,
My summer now has left me, and winter taken hold,
All that's left is memories to warm me in the cold,
My life was dedicated to loving only you,
No my days are spent here with nothing more to do.
So as I stare at the ashes of a fire long since burnt,
And reminsce of all the mistakes I made and all the lessons learnt,
I hear your laugh and footsteps on the floor,
The sound is ghostly not real anymore,
I smell your perfume sometimes as I wander through,
I stop and stand right there and remember times with you.
The kitchen now is vacant and cups have filled the sink,
Garbage from a week ago now begins to stink,
I'll take it out tomorrow when I'm feeling more stable,
Knowing when you try the door you never will be able,
You realise your time is over and just about to end,
And stare at the pile of letters written you never mean to send.
Now pen in hand I slowly start to write,
Morning turns to evening and evening to night,
I think that is all there is to say but to end a sorry tale,
Look up and read the last letter I never will mail,
Well thank you friends that I will never see,
As I know by reading this you will all think of me.