I see your suitcase standing near the doorway the same one that you had the night you came here and I remember how I ran down seven flights of stairs to take it and how I chuckled like a child so happy that you could make it. With you around my life became exciting and every day was like a new adventure all the things I did before, much more when we were together I even let myself believe that this could last forever. But when I opened up the door this evening I had a premonition of a disaster there was a silence in the whole apartment it shook my hands and made my heart beat faster. I called your name but only heard my echo and then I saw the note beside the suitcase a single scribbled line I read in sorrow: "I'm leaving. I'll pick the suitcase up tomorrow". tried to sleep but realized it's hopeless my mind is filled with questions I can't answer. Did I make you go away? Was loving too much my undoing? Was it restlessness in you a wonder lust you kept pursuing? It's almost dawn, the streets are gray and lonely our world outside is waiting for the sunlight but the memory of you that lingers in the room like madness all it promises is a day that's darkened by despair and sadness. An hour to go I know before you get here to make you think that I don't mind you're leaving to even leave your bag outside the doorway but if I do who will I be deceiving I know I have to stay around to see you what good is bright if I must live without you if I must beg, I'll even beg to keep you. Please don't go, I love you so, I need you. Please don't go, I love you so, I need you. Please don't go, I love you so, I need you.