I know it's still ages away, but time flies when you're wasting it.

Your poem made me cry,
not that it’s taking much these days.
I want you stay to watch the flowers die,
but I guess some things I can’t change.
I know I won’t ever be alone
but it’ll feel so strange
Saying goodbye
means going away,
and going away
means forgetting.
So I’m not going to say goodbye,
just
I love you
and
when you can run like the wind
don’t settle for the gentle breeze.