maybe, time running out was a gift.
after all, it’s you i still miss.
and had we stayed together, we’d have ended up apart.
same city, same feelings, same broken heart.
because – darling – when we speak, it’s you on the end of the phone
and i don’t like to admit it, but it feels like coming home.
and had we stayed together, yet slowly drifted away
i’d be left with resentment, with nothing more to say
so now we’re out of time i know at least this is true
that it was worth it. i’ve no doubt that i loved you.
i remember once we sat, under lamplight in the dark
and how you loved them, and how you looked, and how our smiles left marks
on both of us especially when you looked me in the eyes
and told me ‘i adore you’. i could see blue skies.
it was our way of saying i love you, because you were too afraid
to say the words, and i think we both knew you wouldn’t stay
but under that lamplight i knew that it was true
i adore you, everything you do.
everything about you – you said that one too.
we’d been apart and then you held me in your arms – i clung to you
and you held me back and looked at me and said ‘i love everything about you’
and darling, for me it’s still true
I adore you, everything you do
everything you did darling, everything about you
and how when we kissed it felt like my heart would burst in two
and how when you left it wasn’t an au revoir, but an adieu.
so my darling, please take heart in that we ran out of our allotted time
because if we hadn’t, we might have started living a pantomine
each of us hoping for something to get better,
but knowing that our lives together would be full of compromise.
and at least we can say that we didn’t fall out of love
and that we won’t forget – our time was far too short
and oh my love i am so very glad
that we never sallowed, that even though i’m sad
you taught me what good looks like,
which is something i’d forgotten
and you showed me what love feels like
and showed me i’m not rotten
so we should be grateful, i guess, that our time ran out
and we ended, not with an angry shout
but with a cry – a cry of love and pain and maybe slight uplift
so quite possibly my darling, our time running out was a gift.