Future Stranger
Aug 26, 2017 · 1 min read
It kills me that someone else has seen your smile
at an hour I’ve never seen your face at all.
And it’s hard for me to come to terms you’ll
grow old in someone else’s arms.
How broken would you be if you had lost me?
The what-if game is meant for you to lose.
And the wage of wistfulness is always costly.
But I’d give my life to give my life to you.
They say perfect love coincides with perfect timing.
But I always arrive a little bit too soon.
If we could set a time
for our hearts to be aligned,
I’m free to meet tomorrow afternoon.
It hurts to know you’re here, but you’re still fading.
Nostalgia strikes the wind from out my lungs.
Unwavering adoration is unveiled in the waiting.
And I’ll love you far beyond the day the end’s begun.
