So, love me now before that day will come
when both will mourn my last day in the sun;
before that twilight leaves us little voice;
before that silence muffles every choice.
So, greet me now with kindness ‘fore my fall
accept our hours together precious few
with no resentment for each time I call
with no acusal I am stressing you.
Don’t let our words unspoken stall mid-air;
the sharing that, between us, might-have-been.
Our use of moments; time we’re left unfair.
Don’t leave us with that awful should-have-been.
I speak, alone, but do not wish to be
so deep that only forest hears my plea.
