Sewerslvt all the joy In life was gone once you left

The last time I saw you, you had left the hotel room, I said please be safe you replied I will Then I watched you walk down the street from the window looking down at your phone. the second you left, I felt an immense dread I felt thinking if this was our final goodbye. Something I would always dread. I never wanted to let you go. Or the times I had to catch my flight back home, leave Sydney Melbourne after spending the week with you, . Knowing I had to come back to my personal hell, away from you, worrying sick whether you ll be safe, whether I would be able to do something, anything at all if you ever needed me. on each of those departures, we never got to have one last long hug, one final kiss, the last chance to say I love you I was scared because I always felt as if I took this time for granted. because the uncomfortable truth is this. There s always the last time. There s always a never again.