This is a poem. It’s somewhere between a first and second draft. It’s totally bare bones right now. I see a lot where I can flesh it out and add, but I’m not sure what direction I want this poem to go toward just yet, so waiting to figure that out first. The title is also under construction. Not sure if I’m going to keep it the same title later down the road. Cheers, the world is going to publicly view my emotions now.
It was never supposed to begin, but since it did, it was supposed to only be a summer fling.
We spent every single day waking up to each other’s touch.
Every night we had dinner together, walked together, talked together, and fell asleep together.
You spoke to me of promises to visit sooner than later.
You held me purposely,
and kissed me tenderly.
I was beginning to believe I loved you as more than just a temporary casual sex partner.
Why did you speak to me of promises to visit soon?
Why did you worry about if my feet were cold on the overnight bus?
Summer was ending, and we had to go our separate ways.
You cried first, but it ended with us both as blubbering babies.
And I thought I could end it there with both our tears,
but why did you give me the sweetest kiss goodbye on the lips?
You can’t do tears, hugs, and kisses like that if it’s just a summer fling.
I don’t know what to think. I didn’t know what to think.
We’re thousands of miles away now, and will be for a very long period of time.
But I’m still searching for a way to say goodbye.