Time to Leave

like a sword to the chest

wishing to fit in with the rest

she dances away to her own music.

to a space that is familiar

peculiar, she may be

but it is almost time to leave.

where is the music from the heart 

and the words from the soul

it feels as if there is no where to go.

only friends to exist, in her dreams

even there, it is always time to leave.

she stopped sending nudes

feeling like thread with her best friend

the way you compare her to

stitches and fixes 

seemingly perfect

maybe it is time to leave.

just like that, your words far from exact

please stay

as you watch her comb her hair

catching your stare with care

she is not going anywhere.

it is almost time to leave

to the ultimate reprieve

where all days will be spent

with love and ease.

truth be told, she wants to grow old

with you by her side

until it is time to leave.