Je repars.

"Je repars" means "I'm leaving" in French. Sorry, nothing much else to say.

I want to see next spring,
in your home town.
To welcome the first warmth,
to see all the lush green life
spring from the deep red earth.

I want to hold you close
sat on your porch,
with the cerulean blue skies
peppered with little fluffy clouds...

But all this now seems so far gone
like I'll never see those skies again,
feel the earth beneath my feet,
or watch the blossoms in your spring.

It's just life's way, I'm sure you'd say
that nothing lasts forever,
and I shouldn't say never.

And that this, all this, is temporary.

Like the to-let sign stabbed harshly
into the fertile soil
right in front of where I'd sit and smoke.

The home to rent, with the blue door
and the colourful kitchen garden
that smells of jasmine in the evening.

Fully furnished, you can charge more that way,
rent out the bed I made and the stones I placed.

All the rooms covered in plastic sheeting and dust,
like the scene of an old murder-
sigh and shut the door, that deep blue door,
let the lights fade out and the dust settle down,
like we did when we moved in.

Don't worry, I packed my things, didn't leave nothin'
just like you asked me.

I pull the book from my satchel,
a hundred love poems,
where every forever isn't true...

Who knows better than you, baby?

Hey, at least this way you'll be safe, right?
Safe from me baby.
safe from whatever you were so scared of,
that it made you run from the home we built.

I don't want to think about it,
because I don't want to be on my own,
and I don't want to lose you.

But now I'm alone
and you're moved on.

...Je repars.