More of such moments would mean love,
we both can’t handle that right now
so this must be the end, you say.
You get your winter coat and put it on.
You walk away to catch your train
and there I go as well to be with you a little longer,
for one more of such moments as if I have not had enough.
The rain pours sadness over our shoulders.
I find your hand, still warm, familiar, squeeze it,
this letting go seems like the making of another moment.
You slip out of my touch and I of yours
as trains don’t wait for minds to change.
More of such moments would mean love, you said.
So this must be the end. We both can’t handle more.
The rain is all that’s left of you,
and heaven’s kindness lets it pour for hours.