Rip

I’m glad I wasted those dusks with you,
I had no ulterior motives,
this painting that is tomorrow is
Brightened by the promise of a smile
A smile;
like the one you wear hurriedly for him,
Even in his absence.

He will never be me
But then, I will never be him.

Your hand puts trust on my shoulder
Like a ice cream the weight of a boulder
The weight is ideal,
Yet its absence will bring me little relief.
Little relief;
Like the dull absence amnesia leaves,
In place of nightmares.

I will never be yours,
But then, you will never be mine.

If I hugged you, my hands would caress you
To explain my affection and you’d reply.
We’d fall from light into the taste,
Restraint is wise, and this is why.
Why?
Why did I slip and knit fingers with you,
Knowing you would live to leave.

Its time to go,
But then, its time to go.