I still find ways to see my future
In your eyes.
My child on your hip,
Soft kisses on cold nights,
Arguing over the kitchen tile
Because you always liked
The white ones.

I know how to force love on my lips
Now.

I always did want to be
The jewel on your crown.
Patient and kind and
Beautiful.
But I need your kind of polish these days.
A bit of time
Maybe.

Tell me.
Should I begin to open my windows,
Let the fresh air in,
Instead of waiting for you
To bring the smell of spring?

Should I decorate my cheeks
With my youth and life,
Certainty and confidence,
Or with your tired kisses?

Tell me, teach me
How to fix this.
Teach me
How to leave you.