waiting for the words
That would make it all go away
“I’d die for you,” you say, but
if you mean it, can’t you stay?
I know what I ask is impossible
and unimaginable, [which is why
I don’t ask]
On paper, you owe nothing
and have given almost everything
Whatever you wanted…
But you already know.
My love—I don’t want to return
to the world of black and white
when colour suited me so well.
Apart from you…I don’t think
That I like myself.
So who will?
I wish that I could convince you
To think in forevers, instead of just