i collect the light in your eyes
that pools in the early morning
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
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.