You were perfect.
It worked so well.
With the end in sight.
Such a strange way.
It doesn’t bother me approaching it.
Save for that you are distancing, and breaking my heart.
But the idea that we have a month doesn’t phase me at all.
I just didn’t want much of anything to change.
Just see you the night before you left hold you. Kiss you. Nuzzle.
And then know that you’re gone from me the next day.
Should you want to call or text me bye.
That could be nice.
But not needed.