If you and
I,
me and you,
us two
together
are no more,
and the end
is as inevitable as the ending
to a song,
then I will
always have the time
you kissed
me in a parking lot,
pulled me
close to your body
right there
in the middle of the grey and white,
and without
a care in the world,
held your
lips against mine.
If you and I
were to end,
I will
always have the time
you waited
until all the credits had finished
while
sitting in between stale popcorn and spilled drinks
and told me
you loved me three times, and then
twice more,
as the song
of my homeland played around me.
If you and I
end up being
you, and I,
I will
always have the time
you
transformed the saddest melody
into the
happiest memory,
and when I
am white and grey,
I will rock
back and forth
and dream of
the time your hand fit mine
like a boat
on the shore.
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