Tell me that

I might not

ever see you again....

you value honesty

the most, don’t you?

Tell me that

I’m long forgotten,

that all traces

of me are

obliterated

by you.

And then,

if you can,

tell me that

you loved me,

even if for just

those few moments.

For in the morning,

when the skies

turn soft pink

from a dark blue,

I know

you will have

made it through....

I know

you will have moved on

to other beautiful realities,

as you so rightly deserve to.....

and I know

that I won’t,

and can’t.

-If we don’t make it,

this was enough.

For me.

~Love.