Well,
here it's coming
that mask she's found again,
covering those eyes i've been
trying so hard to imagine
through long distance communication
and pictures not well-taken

I can feel her making her way --
with puffs of anxiety and fear
from those lips
i've so many times caressed
-- toward me with each step
closer... and closer

All my heart's been hers and
she's left it too many times
i've been forgotten
but this time, in person
anger may determine me victor
as suicide has been an option
i've enabled strength and redemption
in that i have nothing

it's so close now
i can feel her preparing
what words will she use?
with what personality?
i wonder if she will cry
while tossing trash and apologizing
or if she will completely deny
the endless parade we had marching

well
here it's coming
ahhh... my clare...
is this to be our ending?