i collect the light in your eyes

that pools in the early morning

goodbye hours.

and i keep it safe, for the day

you don't come back.

i'm waiting for that day,

and i am preparing.

remember how i thrive on

unrequited love?

this will be the best one of them all.

so in love, such a catastrophic ending.

we will write letters, poems, songs,

leave drunken voicemails at three a.m.

so we can drag it out.

because that's the real goal, right?

to make something that is impossible to let go.