There’s this thought
That creeps around
Every now and then
But never too often
That one day
You’ll leave

Others have knocked on my door
They offered sweeter words
And a promise of pleasure
But you were the one
Who stood out
You didn’t carry a bribery
Instead, you held out your hand
I took it, hesitating
My grip was loose
But now I can’t let go

There’s this thought
That creeps around
Every now and then
But never too often
That you’ll one day
Loosen your grip

You made me believe
In the reality of us
Showed me pictures
And memories
That never happened yet
But you always promised
It will tomorrow

There’s this thought
That creeps around
Every now and then
But never too often
That one day
Maybe tomorrow
Or a year from now
You will leave

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