I spent time building something that couldn’t be built. You showed me that I’d counted on the illusion of my heart.
Perhaps my love, it’s time to say goodbye.
Yes, you don’t want to hear these words.
Our lives together can’t be built on crumbly silt of sand for it would fall upon itself.
We tried and failed, persisting in the dream, because I believed it would succeed. It’s hard to distinguish whether or not the world I live in is a reality or a delusion.
Yet, I didn’t know that shifting sands would lie beneath my feet. I toiled and hungered with determination and fearless resolve. Faithful in my yearnings that you and I could be. I felt a loving future that, I thought, our lives could share. Our imminent future built upon a platform we would surely coalesce.
But now, it’s time to say goodbye instead. I’ll spend my time constructing a newness to survive without your presence in my mind or throbbing in my heart.
You were the man that made me proud.
Your soul had made me strong.
You were the path that kept me straight.
Now, I just don’t belong.
Forever and a day, I will be in love with you.
But keeping the desires of sunshine fresh has been difficult to do.
Sadly, your fingers drift from my hand as we say goodbye.
Your touch is fading from my soul you are no longer mine.