Begging for What is Left

What is left to me

Is the question of when will you return

Will you ever?

Bring the sunflower back to my garden

Lay with me?

As the meteor shower grants us wishes

Our witness is the night sky 

Is there any possibility of you

Mustering the leftover affection 

From your heart

This might be silly to ask

Will you say the words 'I love you' again?

For I selfishly don’t want this to die

The greed of not wanting to let you leave

Is occupying my mind 

Every single time

Will you tell me?

When you come back

Will it be for the love or your goodbye

© VJEQ