Weve spoken recently and yet not at all.
You know all and nothing of me.
I've had this conversation a thousand times in the future
To myself and to you, and yet never all at once.
I tell you that loving you was the best bad decision I never made.
I tell you were forever and never all at once.
The superposition of the fates.
The duality of the gods.
The peace and the panic.
And all of it plain and obscure, open and closed, together and apart.
And I still love you, and always have, and never will.
And the passage of time is the only thing keeping you in my heart, and forcing you to leave.
But I never remember, and I always forget.
And you are always in my heart, the way I was never in yours.
And I will always love you, forever changing and staying the same.
Until I'm 6 feet under.
And you're standing on my grave.