Maybe we were just drunk
too drunk in love
when we promised to stay together
that when we woke the other day
we forgot what happened last night
what were said
what were heard
what it felt.
“Do you love me?” you asked, eyes sparkling.
I thought about your question too much at night
too much that I crossed the line of what I should be.
I sighed a little, then nodded.
You smiled, like the forever crescent of the moon. “Then say goodbye.”
Years before that night I made your voice my favorite song
wrote you on my diaries
said your name on a wishing well
and pictured a family photo with you on the wall.
You never told me
about your fascination of stars
that you eventually become one
but even now, years already
I still come out at night
stare outside the window
and hope that
sometimes
even a shadow of your smile
the stars will be so generous
to talk about your name.
Then,
I asked myself,
what if I said “no”
what if I said I did not love you
would you still be here
would you still be breathing
because if lying to myself
that I do not adds a little breathe
to your life
I would forever say, “goobye.”
