It is always over, every time, he is always gone. As the time ticks by the Passion turns to disappointment and Emptiness in a heartbeat. Those moments of togetherness, after the joining of souls, Disappears but leaves no warmth behind. All he leaves behind is a void, a longing and a fear, Is this time the last? I am not ready for the end but I know it is coming soon. My heart cannot hold on much longer. The object of its affection is indifferent, cold, Too busy living a pretend life to see, To see what really matters. It’s just a different day to him, A different bed, none of which matter. But he is happy in the world he has chosen And will never leave it. But I am not happy, I thought I could be But I was wrong, again. Too much dishonesty and disrespect, Too much bull and not enough caring. Yes, the end is coming soon But not yet… I am still not ready.