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 accusal 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.