the day i left,
i decided on many things.
that if our fingers intertwined
my lips will not let out a breath of home
that if you looked at me
and i, at you
i will not smile, grinning from ear to ear
that if you kissed me on the cheek
[right, which you always liked]
i'd flinch, not in fear
but in uncertainty
that if there was a gift on my doorstep
from whom it may concern - you
i will not hesitate to be in hesitation
to take, or to leave.

the day i left,
i decided that our fights
were mere words of unspoken bits
here and there
probably i had known i didn't need them
but maybe, somewhere in my future,
it'll tell me otherwise.

the day you left, perhaps,
there is regret
in my solitude,
you have given your whole heart to someone else.
you decided on things like
the sunset and rain
that reminded you of me
and now that maybe were both gone
the last thing on your mind
when the clock turns 6 in the evening
is her.

the day you left,
i woke up with no morning texts
no reminders of me to eat,
to get enough rest
to be okay
to remind what's left of me
you left completely.

the day we both leave,
at once,
i await.
til that day comes,
i know now,
you'll have my heart
- always.