I put my best friend in the ground on a cold windy autumn day. Kind of like this one.
Others too. A friend just made, with promise for great things to come… I watched that future wither and die.
I don’t want to do it again. Not yet. Let me have this time, this brief space where we are eternal, at least in our minds. Let autumn and the passing of loved ones be saved for it’s proper season.
I know the how the future stretches away in unshakable monotony. I don’t question your reasoning, or the bleakness of the vision.
But I don’t care. I don’t want to let you go. I have staked a tiny claim on this world, a space of light we can hold hands and dream out loud. And you are a citizen of that fledgling nation. By the force of your existence alone you help to hold off the night.
I love you.
I don’t want to kiss you goodbye.
Not before I even got the chance to hug you hello.