Staying, Leaving

The story so far is as such

Beauty is tragic

Nothing truly lasts

No one knows what happens next

You hold yourself to impossible standards

I knew much more when I was younger

Slowly I learn it all again

The wind tosses debris through the intersection

I stand in the cold and dark to keep you safe

Worry about leaving you behind

Because you made me coffee and

We complained about work and

You asked me if I was staying

Which always means don’t go

Don’t go