“Are you going back home?”
“I’d like to…”
I know this and accept your reasons, but do not tell you this.
Instead, I pull up my wall, as you pull me in close.
“If you are going back then keep pulling away,” I say into your ear.
My eyes start to water.
I change the subject. Briefly; composing myself.
You let me go.
Then pull me in again, tight, I continue,
“I mean it. I’m not doing this again.”
I can feel your soft lips on my cheek.
Your body close to mine.
My voice wanting to quiver and crack.
I maintain control.
The tears do not come.
For I accepted you would never be mine a long time ago.
**Authors Note on this post