There were times when I thought you might leave me,
But before you ever did, I changed your mind.
I said in time I’d convince you I loved you,
But I guess that I ran out of time.
Now as I see you walk through the doorway,
I can see there are no tears in your eyes.
I guess any fool could see that it’s over,
And this will be the final time you say goodbye.
I can try to tell myself I’ll forget you,
But deep inside, I think we both already know
That you’ll always be here in my memory,
And that’s something that I can’t let go.
So I guess that I’ll try to go on now,
And do the best I can here on my own.
I am sure the hardest part will be the mornings
When I wake to find that I am all alone.
You can say that it’s over, and it’s best that we are free,
But if you choose to say those words,
Speak for yourself, and not for me.
I was happy to be with you, and perhaps in time you’ll see
That this may be best for you, but not for me.
I guess that I should have listened
To you whenever you tried to say
That you would be leaving me lonely
Unless I somehow changed my ways.
Now that you are gone I remember
All the times that you tried to set me straight,
And now every night I’m reminded
That you’re gone, and it’s already too late.
May 15, 1992
© 2011, Steven R. Drennon. All rights reserved.