I have to close my eyes to see, the tomorrow that will never be
For me, for you, for us.
What can I do?
Find a guru in the wisdom of time,
Find ourselves in a different life,
I’m afraid, I’m too scared
To see that you will not be.

In the hospice, I sit
In a white and cold room
Remembering the good days left behind,
And I try to open the window, but I can’t,
I can’t breathe, and I’m cold,
I already feel alone.

I’m holding your body, and I
Remember the memories,
Remember the voice,
Remember the touch,
The breath,
The kiss,
And the laugh.

And I’m shouting, I’m cursing, I’m angry,
I’m hurting, I’m burning, I’m crying,
I’m asking forgiveness,
I’m sorry.