If I told you I was leaving tomorrow
would knowing make the difference
and change our situation,
making our last night better than the others?
Imagine I left you on the tip of your toes
standing on suspense,
not knowing if we have hours or minutes
Any second could be our last
I’d give you a warning
You came with none as I stand on my toes
Wondering if you will still be here in the morning
J. Saunders
