had we met each other when we were older,
i believe we'd spend the rest of our lives
fighting over the radio station
and playing rock, paper, scissors over who does the dishes
instead of wasting our youth loving frantically and
carelessly
before we even knew what we were doing.
the word 'unfair' spits in my face.
then i think it would be much easier to have those
memories
next to my pillow when i die
then it would be
to leave you behind.