I know I'll lose him,
I know he'll leave,
So when he's gone,
I'm scared it's forever.
When I'm alone,
I'm scared it's forever,
So I grieve what's here,
And fear for the end.
It's not over yet,
And he says it never will be,
But the fear is deeper than I show,
And the knowledge is scarier than ever.
I shouldn't have let myself trust him,
But now it's too late.
I'm grieving, what I know is the end.
He's still here, but he's not.
He still speaks, but he's gone.
Like everyone else, he will leave.
I'm grieving what I still have.