I still miss you sometimes
Like today when I spoke about goodbyes
When I said I hated the word “stay”-  so full of melancholy.

Did I ask you to stay?
I must have screamed it a thousand times,
but it probably came out as
“when did you stop loving me?”

When did you?

I remember when you left the last time.
I wish I’d known it was the last time.
Maybe I would have held on a little longer.
Maybe I would not have cried so you could have remembered me as brave.

And It’s fall again
This is around the time the “stays” turned into “please come home.”

I hope you’re well
I hope you still think of me as brave.