Not Ready

my time with you is almost over
I know I should be moving on
instead I sit here clinging to us
memories that have come and gone

I'm not ready to let go
I'm not ready to be free
I'm afraid of what's not out there
that without you there's no me
so hold me a little longer
wipe away my tears
whisper you'll always love me
and steel away my fears

one day I'll look back on this moment
I'll dust it off to see the truth
you and I were just two lovers
holding tight to what we knew

(I'm not ready to let go
I'm not ready to be free
I'm afraid of what's not out there
that without you there's no me
so hold me a little longer
wipe away my tears
whisper you'll always love me
and steel away my fears) x2

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A note on form:  I don't know whether the technical classification of this form would be "song" or "lyrics," but either way I don't think it matters much.  Typically, I would expect such form to be accompanied by instrumentals, but I'm not that talent...not that vocals are either.

When lyrics find their voice:  Often as I climb the stairs late at night from the basement/tv room to the kitchen), I find myself singing.  Every once in awhile, the words are my own.  Usually they don't amount to more than a phrase or two that eventually fade away into none existence.  There are those rare cases though when they stick with me.  This piece began with "my time with you is almost over / I know I should be moving on."

The recording:  First beware, I love to sing...that doesn't mean I can.  I tried to stay true in this recording to the original sound of the first two lines when they popped into my head.  There is another version in my head; I'm not sure the best way to describe it except that the two verses have a bit more of a kick to them similar to the the refrain.