before you go.

tell me you love me,

one more time.

love held our hands at 19

years old; fate ran their fingers

through our hair. so when

our memories desire to access

the past, this is what my heart

will bleed.

tell me i was once your

everything.

we chewed our fate like gum,

passed it between our tongues;

so no, it’s not our fault it lost

the flavor of desiring. and parts

of you will stay with me forever,

tucked away until i need reminding.

tell me this was real

to you too.

if the words meant to be liked us

enough, they would’ve told us what

needed changing, so our forever

wasn’t temporary. but instead, never

ripped apart our dreams and beings

so carelessly.

before you go,

tell me something worth remembering.