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