Goodbyes
I love you, you silly, silly boy. No, I am not breaking up with you.
I treat it like the last:
The last time I catch your eye.
The last time I see you watching me, and
the last time I find your gaze following.
I treat it like the last:
The last time I start to miss you when I'm with you.
The last time I taste your skin on my skin, and
the last time I walk away.
I treat it like the last:
The last time I hold you.
The last time I say I'll never let go.
The last time I have to.
I treat it like the last,
the last time I leave you.
And I hope against hope,
I hope with all hope.
That there will be another last.
And another.
And another.
And always another.