I say

“words are all that we have…”

and you say

“fine, that’s fine by me…”

just let them be true,

let them be true

*

once I told you

about the things you hadn’t yet seen

twice you told me

of the things that would come to be

and three times

we fought about the answers

that should have brought us together

now we depart from each other

with broken love in our hearts

a wholesome gift in memory