There Is Something I Have To Say

There is something I have to say

Cause I'm leaving some time today

And I can't tell when I'll be back

It's easy to imagine me here

The phone keeps a voice so near

But that kind of exchange hides the fact

That I'm going so very far

And today I know who you are

But tomorrow this space will make us other so

Can we find communion again

In the bedroom or just as friends?

Is there difference between in lives like ours?

I feel deserving of love

Can it be something I dispose of

Or put away in a box under the bed?

Will it rot there and spoil my days

Or recharge them in other ways?

Will it lift me to heights when I am dead?

But if I cannot live for you

But for other, still, eyes I do

How then will you absorb this word

"Goodbye".