People only stay
for the time that they are
supposed to.
For lessons, and growth
and tribulations.
Once they’re gone you
have to figure out what
to do with the space
they left.
Every person I’ve ever
cared for is no longer
here.
And sometimes when I
look at him
I know he won’t be here
forever either.
I wonder if he sees that
when he looks at me too.
Maybe that’s why
neither of us has bothered
to say I love you.
Because what’s the point?
No matter how you feel
it will never make
anything last.