Laters.


Perhaps ours is a chapter to be revisited
Without the stench of a love unrequited – 
The pause button I’d hoped never to use
But no other option have I to choose.
There are too many corners in my mind for
you to hide behind
Of my thoughts you must get out
Leave me no room for doubt.
Our friendship will resume
Sometime in the future, I presume.
Be it days, months, years
Until my name reaches your ears.

You claim to say what you mean
Without regret of the in-between
But it seems, with the distance
I cannot continue my existence
So if you would be so kind as to
make up your fucking mind, better yet

I’ll do it for you – until next time.