I just wrote this in a haze of unreality... I guess its best described as my expecrience of Marks last days.
He wakes in a puddle, fear starts to grow
Doesnt like when things go wrong, where will this trouble go?
Calls her up, she's scared too
If only there was warning, if only they knew.
Next day dawns, he feels unwell,
calls her up again to tell
I dont feel well my Love, but I think I have time
I will go in the morning my love, all will be fine
She waits for his call, waits anxiously to hear
Not a sound from the phone, she wishes she were near
Finally calling, cannot stand to wait
He is in real trouble, Her distance now she hates
Waiting on updates, he's so far away
she cannot hear his voice, cannot call his name
Another evening falls, the outcome not known
She goes to bed worried, tosses and turns till dawn
They think he is responding they think he will be OK
She wakes to the silence of a brand new day
Hope springs eternal, she will be with him soon
She heads out in morning, is gone till afternoon
At home her phone is ringing, she gets back to see
they have trying to contact her, what could it be
The words hit her like a bomb, like unreality
He's gone, he's gone, no longer there to see
She drives in a haze, unable to believe
Too late, no goodbyes, no way to ever see
The sparkle in his eye, the sound of his voice
No more chances, no more choice
Now every day is empty, she moves within a haze
Holding tight to memories, desperate to remember his face
His voice is slowly fading, his smell begins to slowly fade
All thats left are memories that they made
If you find a love thats true and pure
Grab every moment so you are sure
When fate comes calling when unprepared
It will not matter if you cannot be there
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