As the coach slowly chugged away,
seperating us with the vice-strong grip of certainty,
all I could do was stay,
as I died inside and our life together flashed by in front of me.
I guess it all started the day I first met you.
Do you remember that sudden downpour I stupidly dragged both of us into,
or that simple papier-mache face that I said I had made for you?
Do you still believe that my imitations are funny?
And will you smile, thinking of me when the days get a bit sunny?
Will you cherish those frequent trips to the beach,
and how we used to prepare 'the devil's speech'?
Will you think of me when you speak the magical words "I do",
and do you still count the number of times we've said "me too"?
God! I never knew that I would miss you so much.
I wish I had told you... but I think you know it as such.
There never was a sadder moment in my life,
than the time I had to stand and watch you cry.
But when I saw my pain reflected in your tear-streaked eyes,
I knew that my time with you would not end with these goodbyes.
Though now it would seem like there's this big void inside,
I'm sure we'll meet again, somewhere, sometime.
When you left, I know you felt something inside you snap
and which I'm sure you'll never know how to patch.
But you just hold on baby doll like you always do,
because I tell you now, I'll always be there for you.