"I'll See You Later"

meet half-way between

a rock and a hard place

you, the jury is still

out and I can't decide

whether to sink or

swim

'cause this moment has lasted

much longer than I can hold

my breath and I feel

like this is just

too much more than was meant to be

are you sure you're okay and I'm going to live

Or is this another of your

desperate ploys to take

me down and pass your care

off as a chance to

touch

Silence drips across our lips as we smother the last goodbye,

not even a muted whisper leaves:

a smoke-like residue persists in the air and I call out, but

there's no one to care