Leaving

Every time I look at you,
I somehow see tomorrow.
The look hidden behind your cheerful eyes
still weeps of your sincerest sorrow.

It isn't so easy,
keeping my mind at bay
As the months fade to weeks
and weeks turn into days.

We have but a limited time
left 'til I am leaving this place for good
But we'll make the most of it,
I want that clearly understood.

Today is our moment,
tomorrow our promise,
and the future is so very far away.
So let's embrace the time,
the magic, the memories,
the promise of each remaining day.

I'll hate myself tomorrow
but today, I'm enjoying it as it is.
Today, I'm leaving it all behind.