Everything ends eventually
One day this thing we have
What I care so much about
Will be gone
Faded from paper like my words on day will
Pictures gone

But the memories the same;
A sweet summer day,
The sweet taste of you on my lips,
The casual brushing of hands
On cheeks.
Dear god, I will miss you

But I don’t even have you yet
I’m thinking about the end
Before it’s even begun
My mind goes through possibilities
Faster than reality can make them happen
Good
Bad
Better
Different
Gone

Everything ends eventually
You will soon leave me
As friends
As lovers
As whatever we were
Or would’ve been
God, I will miss you...