"Come on,"
Was me losing you

"I've got to leave tomorrow."
"So you've said."

"I can't stay."
I already knew

"So come back."
"I can't promise-"
"You can too."

"Could be years."
"It's already been years."

"How long?"
"Have I loved you?"

"Quit playing dumb."
"Fine. Long enough."

You looked down, nodded
Then locked your eyes with mine

"Wait for me,"
Was your condition

"Okay,"
Was our celebration
Choked in an embrace
Like the ones exchanged at funerals

Was I really losing you?