Sinking of you

Now that you've packed and said your bye
        Life should be easier for both of us
        But there's a difference that surely matters
        Between theories and your alibis

I don't think it's not fair
I don't think it's a shame
It's just too bad -- It ended too soon

No matter where life set sail for you
Your memories remain, fresh and new.
How far from the original bliss
How bitter would be our next kiss.

© CÉNA – Claude-Étienne Armingaud – 2002