I must stop believing
that any day now,
the distant whispers between us
will become painless memories
that we can bury in the past.
The night you left,
my heart broke in two,
but I still thought you would return;
I thought wrong,
because every time I wait...
I still feel the same,
and the less I have to say to your shadow.
You had a list of reasons for leaving,
but did you have any for staying?
Because today, is now or never,
one of us has to walk away,
because waiting inside these distant whispers,
is only prolonging the agony
of goodbye.
