It hurts to hold on
And yet I refuse to let go.

I don't want to restart,
learn a new favourite colour
or how he likes his coffee

I don't want to know
a new favourite film
or learn the name of his dog

I don't want another he, him or his.
I don't want to know anyone else.

I like knowing you like red
and black coffee.
You wake up early and struggle
to sleep.

I don't want to say anymore because those details
are for me.

Like you were,
for me.

Why can't you be for me?