You don't need to say goodbye, cause I'll see you in my dreams.

I wish I could turn back the hands on my old grandfather clock. Change the time, the date, and go all the way back to when we first met. I would do it all differently then. Don't you know I've kept my eyes open, so that I can see everything when we are together? That I've sharpened my hearing, in order to hear your breath as we escape into sleep? I've fallen asleep to your heart-beat more times than I can count, and yet to you that now means nothing. I look into your eyes and don't recognize the face I'm seeing. You stare at me with glass eyes, unseeing, not noticing, not understanding. So this is it. I try to talk to you but all I get is silence. I'm crying out for you to speak and yet you remain mute. It's hard to let go of everything we had, and all that I wanted for us to be. I find that saying goodbye to you is the hardest part. It's so hard to let go of something so sweet. So hard to let go of the very fabric of your dreams. It's difficult for me, and yet I find that you've already moved on, when I'm still only just starting to whisper my goodbyes.