I am very, very much sad.

[belinda_snape]

She is gone, gone for good. I cried once more. I wrote her a song. I will play it, soon. When day breaks, I will put notes to words. Someday, you will all hear my song.

The words. The lyrics. The feelings.

It's hard to feel these feelings that
I never wanted to feel.
To know that you are gone, and yet
no proof that you were real.

Never met, never touched, no way
to know what's true.
I hoped with all my heart that someday
I would get to know you,

but now you are gone
and we never met.
Our plans have been shattered,
for they haven't happened yet.

I had to learn the hard way
all the truths you didn't tell.
I wish you could have told me,
so that I could have taken them well.

I can't percieve how you can be
gone so quickly away.
To me you are still sitting here,
right next to me each day.

And as I write this song I realize
the things I wanted to tell
are only important once you are gone,
for with you, there's no time to dwell.

If I had known
how badly my heart would ache.
If I had known
what I now simply can't take.

If I had known
that if you were here today,
chances are
you'd still love me anyway.

As I sit and wonder
and cry all these words out,
the cruel waves part us assunder
and I know we both fight and shout.

I just want you to know
how much I love you,
and no matter what or who else you love
you have me, too.

If I had known
that you'd be leaving so soon,
If I had known
I wouldn't have written you this tune.

If I had known
I would have only one last wish.
If I had known
I would have asked for one last "I love you" and kiss.