It was 1.55am in the morning and i was wondering how,
The feeling that hit you yesterday, sorta hit me now.
Is it the number of times you walk out my car,
Or the the times we waved goodbye from afar?
I booked all 27 days and it does seem kinda cram,
I'm greedy in this way and it's the only way i am.
Didn't plan to fill it all but did i filled enough?
Limited time now makes things kinda tough.
Were you ever so eager to meet a person,
Yet so reluctant you can't find a reason?
Because for every tomorrow you spend with her,
It's another day closer to a tomorrow you won't see her.
I know these thoughts should not even exist,
But it's 2.30am and the feeling still persist.
I shall keep your to-do-list till you are back,
But you keep the memories, to fill anything you lack.
Guess i'm gonna miss her, before the day she goes.
And till then i assume, i'm suppose to swat away her woes.
Leave this place happy, and come back even happier.
Remember happy moments, keep them sharp like a rapier.
So shoo my big distraction, you shouldn't be reading this.
Set your mind to the west, you shouldn't be looking back at this.
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