September 4th
A guy woke up one morning/ a dream fresh in his thoughts/ a warning/ informing him about the girl he loved/ soaked in sweat recalling/ the details of his dream distorting/ but clear as day/ the day that she’ll be gone/ when she’ll be leaving him// “Please fill out the card/ I’ll serve you better/ I know it in my heart that you’re the one/ I’ll be following your notes dear/ to the letter/ until September 4th has come and gone// He spent the next few months reforming/ he stayed right by her side adoring/ imploring fate to change/ to change its mind/ if only he showed her all the love/ for reasons unknown he’d bottled up/ he could make her see the star he thought she was/ can’t take her leaving him// Well guess what happens to the future? It becomes the now/ and the gash we projected would need sutures/ well// It finally came/ September 4th/ he gets home from work and walks through the door/ on the foyer desk where he drops his keys/ he picks up the note/ left by his baby/ and it reads….// “My sweetheart, my everything, my Man. The sunshine of my life, and the only one who can give me every single thing I need with the stroking of my hand. I woke up from a dream today that helped me understand. Every plan you and I have shared and every moment spent has been complete and total bliss, beyond imagining. Our love embraces everyone and leaves me wondering…. how did I get so lucky? With all my love….” // And then the phone rang/ as he finished the note/ it fell from his hand/ right when he answered the phone/ it was their mutual friend/ calling from the hospital/ she’d been killed by a car/ as she was crossing the road// Whoa uh/ I know/ I’ve loved to my potential/ we’ve made the most of these past months/ when I go/ tomorrow/ that dream was instrumental/ we’ll have lived the love that millions won’t/ ever know// Now I won’t regret having lost my baby/ from ever holding back or turning to run/ now the sun has set on life my lady/ come tomorrow night we’ll start beyond.
