Eyes that are vacant, lying in wait for someone to return home
Home is a place where you find peace, what if that place is a person?
Losing one’s home is not easy, losing oneself even harder
Time is a cruel trick, one I have said before, I recall
It flies, it corrodes, what once was fresh, what once was pure
It wipes away memories, a clean slate.
Time is forgetful, it is vengeful, it hurts
So it is up to me to form words to say my farewell
Where do I find the words to bid adieu to one I have known
To one I hold dear, is it time already?
To let go, to set free your soul? Do your eyes, your voice ask this of me?
How can I deny what you want? It is my loss, my pain to bear
Time has not touched me like you, I do not wash away with the waves of the minutes as they go by
My time had stopped, yours flew by
Is it time already? I didn’t realise.