we would talk until
late in the night,
until one of us eventually
drifted off to sleep
~
i used to tell him that
he was my favorite person ever
and
he used to tell me that
i was his favourite person too
~
he always told me i
was beautiful
that i was cute
the cutest
but
i always challenged him
~
he would ask,
"you wanna know what makes me really
happy?"
and
i would answer,
"yes"
and
he would say,
"you"
and
then i would say it back
~
we used to laugh
and
talk about our kids
how they would have the fairest of skins
but
how they would be
the cutest kids to ever
walk the earth
him saying it was because i was the mother
and
me saying it was because he was the father
~
we always told each other,
"i love you"
even though we never had to
because we just knew
~
we knew how in love we were
but
we also knew it would never work
we didn't care
we still laughed
joked
loved
as fiercely
and
as deeply
as we possibly could
~
there's not a day that
i don't miss everything about
him
his eyes
his smile
his hair
his scars
him
but
i know that i'll survive
because then he can too
