The color of your face kept getting paler,
As I realized you were a thing of past,
Except you were not a thing,
And I thought we'd last,
A lot longer than we did,
Eternity if not a little more,
Would have been my bid,
Now, I walk on the unaccompanied shore,
We're flying solo tonight, both me and the sea,
We're doing okay I guess, the waves keep us alive you see,
And I'm wearing this pretty dress,
I bet you'd smile if you were here,
It's crimson, a shade you adored,
Oh, look my eyes let go off another tear

They seem to have struck a chord, both the ocean and my longing eyes,
Is that why they say, "love never dies"?
Ha, fantastical isn't it? All parts of this story, every bit?
You'd wish it were true, or wouldn't you?
Well, one can keep wondering, as I wait for that phone to ring,
And stroll around till the feet give up,
Oh, there's a hiccup!
Wait, are you missing me? Or have I created a tale in my own head?
I think I'll just let it be, Even though it stops me from moving ahead.

It would be nice to know you didn't care,
Would I ever accept that though?
Among the stars as the night lies bare,
Am I going to admit to an all-time low?
You'd wish, wouldn't you? Since that's what happens to lost souls?
Give me a moment or two, let me at least try to fix these holes.

What are you doing tonight anyway?
Hitting the bar or chasing meaningless would-bes?
Hoping it would last just a whole night?
You're like a watermelon growing on trees.
Ouch! I don't know why I said that. Hurts, doesn't it?
A little, perhaps? Ah, no! You don't have time for that shit.

Sorry, I forgot, how occupied with yourself you were,
A streak of vanity must guard you at all times, no?
Oh, I'm going to need another beer,
It drains me to talk about you but I wouldn't want to break the flow.

It comes every now and then,
This little feeling of despair,
Although I cannot remember the last time when,
My crazy heart seemed to care,
For a drink of cosmopolitan love. What is this? Some mid-life crisis?
Or a message from above? Well, the devil talks, quite similar to ISIS.
There are bigger problems, you know? I must go and deal with them,
For now you can cry, for having lost a gem,
I may or may not be talking about me,
But for tonight I'm putting an end to 'us' or 'we'.
See you…in a little bit.

-VJ