Postcard

so here we are, all alone, just a memory of you, a postcard you drew
pressing hard to my lips hoping just a taste of you from in between the lines

and I hoped you could stay closer, and I hoped that you'd say 'closer'........

I feel I got to let you know, I never want to let you go
painted you a perfect sky, now you want to say goodbye

things were cold at the end, somehow suddenly the ice had covered all our tracks
so no tears, we could fly there was nothing out of reach and no-one will replace you

and I want you to stay closer, want that you'd say 'closer'........

I feel I got to let you know, I never want to let you go
painted you a perfect sky, now you want to say goodbye

closer, closer, closer

I feel I got to let you know, I never want to let you go
painted you a perfect sky, now you want to say goodbye

... so young, so run.
 

Ever contemplated suicide? This is a painful reminder of the way you were with your partner; all those silly things, wonderful things in your youth. A personal reminder for me, really. I suppose there is no right age for suicide, but a young person?? Nah……what a waste.