When out my door
You went before,
I always knew
We’d make it through.
You’d return to fix
My broken heart
And to dry my
River of tears.
Yet, I suspect,
That this time
You won’t be coming back.
So I’ll float this river
On my ship called heartache.
Though the pain
Seems to go on forever,
I’ll find a way to make it through.
As friends, we were
Never far apart.
As lovers, we only
Seemed to be apart.
Yet, still I hold you
Always in my heart.
