we had stolen a few more days,
loving on borrowed time,
crying,
dancing,
pushing ourselves to stay awake
in case this was the last night.

then this morning.
the last kiss.
the last goodbye.
for me it was the cat.
for you, the lock on the door.
you say you can’t get back in.
i say i’ll always let you in.
you laugh.
i mean it.

i’ll sit passively in traffic,
it will not matter,
i’ll have no one to come home to.
when i lay in our bed
you will not be there to hold me.
and it will go on this way
for days and days and days.

bye, baby.