You say you remember those days we had
like the one on the pier, near the boat docks
wrongfully holding hands
even though everything felt so incredibly right

or the day we spent in the trees and garden
behind my aunt's house
and we shared things that were only sacred
to you, and to me

and we had that one final day
where you decided
without any push or sway from me
that we were to be no more

and god do I wish I tried to sway your
unfaltering, unforgiving voice.
oh how I wish I just would've
fought a little bit harder.