It’s ten past eight and it’s nearly too late to spend these last days with you.
I’m dreading the hour, dreading the day, I’ll say goodbye to you. I knew this moment would come but it feels so soon.
It’s late, far too late, and I’m fearing life without you. I’m scared of the way things might be once I’m truly alone.
Coffee cup, morning routine, memories of times we’ve had and someday those memories will be all I’ll have of you.
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