The Funnel Countdown

“I’m sorry,” I utter as you pass me by,

The ghostly me trying not to cry,

Because days are drawing near for when

I’ll have to say goodbye.

We laughed together sitting side-by-side

Watching the sun fade before our eyes,

As the day draws near for when

I’ll have to say adios amigo, my dear.

Getting to know each other was (is) tough,

But the days are drawing near for when

I’ll say a fond farewell that is not enough.


Long-distance was never our thing

Never letting me hear you sing,

Now the days draw near for when

I’ll bring you a flower and you’ll whisper adieu at the hour


I’m a wreck to leave you behind-

Knowing I’ll be giving up on us.

Sadly the days are too few in number

And our goodbyes will soon be forgot from your mind.


My nerves are swirled,

Deep-fried cake batter dusted in confectioners’ sugar...

But i could never regret them.