Leaving

Every word I'll ever say, I say for you. Every tear that moistens the dust by my boots, falls while I think of you. I walk down these familiar highways, moving forward but never moving on. I'm leaving on a jet plane, one day soon. Going to other countries, seeing strange smiles and hearing foreign accents. You'd be proud of me, I hope. These days I wake, and miss your smiling face, no matter how hard I tried, I never woke before you, perhaps it's something to do with me watching your dreaming face till the grey hours of the night. A feeling I couldn't escape, a girl I couldn't live without.

But I had to leave, had to spread my wings and you sent me away smiling, but sometimes I wonder if you knew you'd lose me to the world. Surely you did, and that makes you so much more than anything I could have called you. It's not often my eyes spill over nowadays, I spend most of my time drunk. But once in a while, sitting out the front of work, early in the morning as the light spreads slowly over the eastern horizon, my thoughts turn to you, wondering if your much the same, or has this bastard world warped you as much as it has me? I hope not, your the epitomy of sweetness and innocence. I used to escape in your eyes, I loved the way you listend to the stories we'd tell of darker times.

If I had just one hour more with you, alone in your front yard, like it was when we first met, I think I'd only say one thing, and just sit and enjoy the other fifty nine minutes. I'm sorry, truly I am.