Could I have another five minutes?
Just five minutes.
I might be able then, to say the words I whispered in my head
Because I thought they'd push you away.
In those five minutes,
I could touch your face and lean my cheek on yours.
I could breathe you in as you laugh with your eyes
I could embrace you and who you are to me
Just five minutes more
To memorise your voice and the rise and fall of your chest
To hold your hand in the palm of mine so that I'd never forget how it felt to be with you
Just five minutes before I have to say good bye.