I’m never in love the same way that I say that I am
There is always more to it
It’s never a quick kiss as you walk away
It’s always something short of goodbye
Not quite here, but I’ll be back
The time is spent casually but deep down we both know this is sacred
“Remember this”
But we never say those words out loud
Just like we never say out loud our fears of such distance
Saying instead how beautiful the time has been
Constructing playlists for the nights that I’ll miss you the most
Reading the first poem I wrote in honor of you
Smiling because even still
Those same feelings remain.
