Albatross

Tired song of love and loss.
You’re back but with an albatross.
Growing closer makes more to lose.
Time apart is a coward’s refuge.
Don’t always like my point of view.
Had a tough time seeing it through.
But with you «that much further west.» We’re better off I guess.
It’s time to prepare myself for the end.
Cause you won’t come back.
And you won’t look back this year.
It’s time to make our last amends.
Cause we won’t have time.
And we won’t forget what we said