Twice I tried to reach you and by the fourth time I nearly lost my mind

Why are you ignoring me, my sixth sense abhoring my plea

To somehow beacon to you beyond the eight gate

I stop to pacify myself, but then by ten; it’s too late

Once upon a twelth moon when you made my heart swoon

I knew from the start and hence, fourteen panted breaths

Made no rhythm or sense, and dying sixteen deaths

Meant we were eighteen years in to our end

Life at twenty will never return again