The Last Years of My Life

Maybe I have a good twenty or thirty years of life left
Or maybe a day until there is a permanent rest
The question is will I spend it still loving your ghost
Will I be faithful and loyal and drink to us as a toast

Am I stuck on a vision you don't share
Of us, happily ever after, you just won't care
You're out of sight, but never out of my mind
The one, I reach for, when I awaken, of nightmares that bind

The rest of my days, will I come home, hoping to find you
And look, out the window, every hour, to feel blue
No sign of reconciliation you have shown
But for me, my belief, has done nothing but grown

So will I continue, to breathe, exist only on us
Until the reaper, shows up, and turns me to dust
I truly think so, never have I fought for anything so hard
In 20 years, you will still be, the love I choose to guard.