Quiet Hours

In the quiet hours of the darkness I lie
Contemplating, is this where it dies?
We promised to love, promised forever
What I should have done is say, never!

I cannot imagine what life would be
If I just walked away and let it be.
But I definitely cannot stay
To wrestle with this demon every day.

Sometimes its sunflowers and lilies in bloom
And other times I feel impending doom.
What do I do? It's so hard to know.
Do I stay, or do I go?