The last time

Now when I think of it, You were prepared for this all along.

And I was the one, who believed he was prepared to live it through.

You knew it, deep down you really did.

That this was just a stupid dream, which we tried too hard not to wake up from.

We lay down with our eyes closed, trying to remember where we'd left off.

So we can start again, and walk together. 

We tried, we really did.

And I thank you, not today. Or tomorrow. 

But will someday, in the near not-so-ours-together future.

Where you would be happy with the things you can control.

And I, I would still be around. 

So Let me write you this, this poem without verse.

Or structure, Or love that once made it worse.

Let me rhyme, this one time, 

For what we had was a beautiful hymn.