Eight Months, Two Days

Today is eight months, two days,
if I counted that right.
I hate what we're doing now,
I can't stand to yell or fight.

Maybe you'll understand this...
it's sort of important, dear.
I had a dream last night,
and I couldn't feel you here.

I fell into the ocean,
you could see me there..
and you didn't move to save me,
I don't think you cared.

Confession: that scares me.
I need you tomorrow, I need you today.
I needed you a night ago.
I'll need you forever and a day.

Jesse, you're my hero.
Eight months, two days, you see?
Jesse..I'm sorry, my tomato.
Can you please forgive me?