Anticipating a Goodbye

The day I fly away
you'll think all the sweet words
I whispered in your ears
were all a big lie

the stories I made up
so the nights will be longer
that the magic will linger

and on one of the sore nights

when the gift of remembrances haunt you

you'll ask questions

answers for which I never had

and will never have

know that all I know 

is that I love you, truly.