We don’t need words anymore, because we are so beyond that,
all we need is Guitar Hero III and the time to understand each other,
or maybe we already understand each other,
the way your fingers trace circles on my legs or my hands or my arms,
the way we only need a smile to know everything in the world.

Spring is fast approaching, though, and I think you know what that means,
we’ll need words eventually, because we need to discuss,
I’m so bad at heartfelt conversations and listening to people talk,
but you’re so good at both of those, so maybe it will even out,
in the end, though, spring is fast approaching and with it something else.

We spent so many hours folding paper cranes in my mother’s classroom,
I taught you that the past tense of say is said, and you taught me to salsa,
but we needed more time to figure this out, a few more e-mails or movies or something,
because spring was staring us in the face and you were leaving, dammit, leaving,
and I was sitting in my room, folding clothes, just waiting for some kind of miracle,
even though I’ve never believed in that kind of thing.

Sometimes, when everything is quiet and all I can hear are my own thoughts,
I think about what it would be like if I hadn’t let any of this happen,
and I wonder if you would be leaving still or if you would be staying,
because it’s gotten to the point where I’d do anything to keep you here,
even if it meant sacrificing that time I let you hold my hand.