Incompleteness will be the death of you,
How will it kill me,
When doors don't fully shut?
Or when I'm disturbed before finishing a-
Or when I end a song prematurely?
You think of your solitude,
You think of all the un-taken chances,
You think of how you have nothing going for you,
And you realise,
There's two meanings to incomplete.
You sat and spoke of your future.
You planned the marriage.
You swore your life to each other.
But one day,
You noticed more arguments.
Not all his "bye's" were followed by "I love you's."
Kisses became a mandatory gesture.
But then one day,
Before you knew it,
You were alone.