I tell you there will be someone else,
sometime, in the unseen future, and
you say you don't want anyone but me,
so sweet my love,
but you cannot follow me,
not this time.
I know you can't say goodbye –
neither can I.
I knew waking up to your voice this morning
I wouldn't be seeing you again,
or the shining life you painted for me last time
I trembled on the edge, but
you gave me two months