Yes, but who said goodbye?

[1_2_suckerpunch]

I said,
I want to see you sitting up in bed,
want to see you sleeping wrapped in sheets.
Then someone told me
it's not all it's cracked up to be,
and I said: okay.

I said,
if you will just be happy,
I will just be okay.
(And it's true, darling.
You're happy,
and I'm a baited hook laying in the gutter;
and even if it's not my hand you're holding,
I guess I'll be okay.)

I said,
I'm done with this
and of course 24 hours later it was
back to half-finished letters
and watching movies without you.

I said,
I'll write you every day (I would have),
I'll whisper into your dreams (instead you're hollering into mine).
I said I wanted every line
on your beautiful roadmap body,
and I never would have burned your bridges.

I said
"Take this at face value.
Right here,
in this moment,
I've got you."
(Remember that?
I did.
I would have. If it had taken forever, I still would have.)
There was no question for me.




I said,
Mine?
You (cried and) said:
for now.
(not a lie, if you look hard enough)