Hate it the most

I hate it the most when it’s time to go,
When you leave my arms and I just know,
That the night has to end, that I must leave
That no longer your kisses I shall receive.

I hate it the most when I am alone
When next time I see you it is not known
Your hands no longer carassing my hair
Your lips are too far, and that is unfair.

I hate it the most when I see you sad
When I cannot help you it just makes me mad
Some weight off your shoulders I wish to take
Your life, even slightly, better to make.

I hate it the most when I fail to explain
My mind, and my heart, and all I’m afraid
When I cannot act with grace and precision
When I even fail to make a decision.

I hate it the most when it is morning
I open my eyes and, without a warning,
You are just gone, you are not seen,
And I realize it was a dream.

I hate it the most when there is silence
When no longer your voice brings me balance
When your eyes no longer see only mine
When I have to go, when I’m out of time.