The late nights with those deep talks

Those days where you cup my face and take my hands and put them in your own,

When we would go on those walks

And feel those chills from our affection in our bones.

You would whisper in my ear and tell me that I am your only one.

That you feel that you won

That there's no one else.

That there will be never anyone else.

But why don't I feel your presence anymore?

Why can't I hear your voice anymore?

Where are your promises? And why are they hidden now?

I turn towards you, hoping that you can give me a response,

That you will smile at me and reassure me that I don't need to worry.

Maybe you'll tell me "I'm sorry."

Maybe you'll come back and love me with that passion

Maybe you'll be mine again.

The promises that you once promised me doesn't seem true to me

That maybe we're not even meant to be.

Who knows if we can be together and be free.

And still look at each other with the same utter intensity.

I don't want you to go, I heard myself whisper in the dark.

The late nights, my covers tossed away from my body,

When I cried myself to sleep

Wondering if you were asleep

Or awake

With someone else in mind.

Someone else that's kind

Someone else to find.

Until that day does come..

I don't want you to go.

And even if that is foolish

Even if that is normal

Even if that is inevitable.

I still don't want you to go