For you I call a figurative toast ‘cause you were the one I loved the most. You were the grave I could bury my soul to. So, when you left that took it’s toll too. Now, I’d have some nerve if I said I didn’t deserve your absence. I’d left ones before, but this hurts to my very core. Be careful, man; this will catch up. Words ringing I never heeded as you were leaving I pleaded I said I needed... you. Well, it’s a little late she said, shaking her head. Now here I am all alone in this bed staring at my phone. I remember when you cared. I remember what we shared. I remember when we dared to believe about us... in time. Our love was timeless, but I guess I had less time that I thought. The trees mock me as they dance with the wind. I can hear their laughs. They too know that you and I are walking different paths. I long for you, but I guess I was wrong for you. Toast over I roll over and try to sleep, but just like every other night you creep into my dreams again, and again, and again, and I ask myself; will this ever end?