You know it's funny
the things you think
when faced with the knowledge
it's over
It's the little things you notice
the things you remember
I used to complain when he didn't shave
the way his whiskers
wore at my chin when we kissed
and faced with the knowledge
it's over
I longed for nothing other
than to touch his 100 grit cheek
to feel it abrade my face once more

I think I knew it already
but pretending he loved me
dispelled my fears
Surreal as they were,
the days passed more gently
as long as I believed
The airport on the horizon
of my pane,
I watched forty planes a day
drift on a breeze back to earth
I kept imagining - hoping - praying desperately
he was on one
I guess I always knew he wasn't
but somehow it felt different
when faced with the knowledge
it's over
the emptiness of those steel angels
grew definite, factual
menacing
I hated each one of them
for not holding him inside
I knew they would never bring him home

And faced with the knowledge
it's over
I thought back to the way we were
the times he said he loved me
and promised me forever
I just can't believe he meant it
I think he'd still be here now
his love ended abrupt
mine still flows swift
I live now in photos
in the innocence
when the heart was pure
when I believed love existed
Some days I think I'm okay
an impossible relationship is not worth
working for
But most days I'd do anything
to have a chance to try again
or at least regain my ignorance

But today I was slapped with the knowledge
it's over
and the only question I could ask was
How do I stop loving you?