Clouds still whispering in the sky,
Our ever moving blanket as we lay below,
Those three special words flutter from your lips,
Lacking the same conviction as only a few days ago,

My mind filled with everything before,
All those times we refused to end this,
We fought through god knows how many problems,
Forgotten how many times this has been fixed,

"I'm not so sure," my silent cry sounds,
As the clouds close in around us,
The circling fog steals you away from me,
You go along without a fuss,

The feelings towards you still strong in my heart,
Though I know now that we must part.