You said…
Yet you are far, far away whilst in my presence
Escaping back to the place of bad remembrances
for note comparisons.
I am on repeat, telling you to come to me
To remember, that you love me–
yet you’re trying so hard not to.
I am here. Not too far gone, emotionally.
But when I am gone it will be to a silent land,
somewhere I’d no longer be able to look down and hold
your hand;
The unknown will be known, and your fears will be true.
and again I’d learn to make plans, without you.