Poems For Her: 1. The Sunset

I just remembered something important:

I’m no good at goodbyes.

The sunset is sad, 

But not as sad as me.

The sunset is beautiful,

But not as beautiful as you.

I’m sitting here crying in a room that’s no longer mine.

In a residence hall where I am no longer a resident.

I don’t know why I’m crying: You said exactly what I’d hoped, you said it perfectly,

But you don’t mean it the way I do.

I say it every time I leave you- for a minute, for an hour, for the night,

And I mean it every time.

When I say it tomorrow morning, I’ll mean it more than ever.

And you won’t.

I suck at goodbyes, but I’m good with I Love You.

And you’re not.