It was in the dead of night
and something just didn't feel right
here I was,locked in your embrace
and all I could think of was winning the race
to your heart
I quietly slipped from the warmth of your arms
and sat looking at the stars
I turned to look at your perfect face
and knew I had to quicken my pace
out of your life
You stirred in your sleep
as it dawned that you were not mine to keep
the years with you felt anything but wasted
it's just that I was fated
to be alone
You will survive;I know you will
knowing that I think of you still
and though my sorrow is prone to swell
I wish that God keeps you well
for all time.
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