You expecting me?..

You expecting me? - sorry, I'm late.
I stayed for a lifetime...
Or maybe just sand in the Shoe?
The bag is open, I throw a little
Life, it was reflected in black and white pictures.
From things so, a bit, that only needs
A man, you know, he needs a little:
A couple of three recipes, favorite books,
The memory in the box, or rather, what's left of it,
My thoughts are with me, a small notebook,
Faith in you and hope for you and me,
And of course, if you don't mind,
Our history,only time will tell what it is.
You're still waiting for me, I'm sure.
Months all proschitav you multiplied on eight.
Yeah, I'm sorry, a lifetime, though...
Together... everyone has their own Luggage,
We'll go with you to autumn.

Disclaimer: I just found these in my library. I do not have the rights to them,
I just them and decided to share them with you.