I'm away for the summer already. I've tasted my worst fear and it's almost here upon me. It's difficult to keep my fingers steady. I shake because I know we're dying. And you will leave as May walks away. Somehow i knew that would happen all along, I just chose to ignore it. Is it wrong to let your heart rest in an impossible future day? And yet sleeping next to you felt like sleeping alone. Usually my eyes would stream in lachrymation, but the ducts are stuck up and i'm desert dry. I use my dirty fingernails and try in vain to pry out those images that keep my heart in suspended animation. I fail because I feel us dying. So if i happen to see you hop inside that car and pull into the distance with the windows turning white, I'll know for sure that the pain will stop one night because pain can't cling to a slippery withered heart. Yeah, sleeping next to you felt like sleeping alone.