Truth is, I still love you,
in the quiet ways I don’t admit out loud...
I used to cook for you with open hands and heart,
You praised each dish, each careful part...
I don’t regret meeting you.
I regret how long I stayed...
We were trouble while being troubled;
And it was the best two weeks of my life with you...
We used to promise each other
“in every life...
After all the love I gave you,
I can never hate you...
What if everyone
is lying...
A fan is no friend,
It's cold and dishonest...
You were the high tide.
You were the undertow too...
I used to look up at the sky
Each and every night...
Sometimes the corners in my mind oxbow on me
Often taking me to a parallel source...
We were almost forever.
So close it hurt...