I think I’ve already lost you
I think you’re already gone
I think I’m finally scared now
If you’re gone, maybe it’s time to come home
There’s an awful lot of breathing room but I can hardly move.
There’s nothing like saying goodbye to someone you love. Not just “see you later,” but goodbye. It’s admitting that I don’t know when I’ll see you again. It’s forcing myself to remain optimistic, to pretend as if you’re not really going very far. It’s realizing how much I care about you and wishing we had more time together. It’s understanding my constants have their own lives and their own paths that cannot always intertwine with my own.