You told me I should

Write a poem about it.

I laughed and said

I would never.

So I wrote a poem

About it.

You told me I should

Write a poem about it,

You didn't say

I should get medicated

Or shout 

Or run away.

You simply stayed.

For the moment.

For one last moment.

To enjoy the taste of a slow morning,

One last, really slow shared morning.

One last caress,

One last laugh,

One last silent

Complicit smile.

For the warmth of our naked bodies

Knowing exactly

how to hold each other.

I cried and wiped my tears on your shoulder,

in the middle of a laughter.

And you had questions

-So did I-

But how to explain 

That it simply felt right?

To choose to let go

Mid flight,

While the kisses still felt

Simple and light,

Of love that would have never

Really been mine.

Of the memories we built

On borrowed time.

That night I slept

In my bed,

On both sides.

The next morning

I made coffee for myself,

added water 

To my cup,

 

And I smiled.