POETRY THAT STAYS

You loved me once, right?

I guess, no matter how long time may pass. No matter how many people I'll meet and love. No matter how much weighty the pain I will endure compared to the pain you left on my bedside. 

No matter how much I try to start again in every sunrise that comes on my window. I'll never forget the way I love you and that I knew for once that you loved me too. Even if it was quick. 

Even if it didn't last. Even if it was shorter than the ache I have to face after the losing. I knew you learned to love me. I knew I made you happy. I knew you stretched the time when we're together. I knew my absence once hurt you too.

 I knew you loved me. You made me feel like you were. I knew words may lie but I saw the truth in your eyes. I knew that every kiss we made under the ceiling were real and that you wanted me. You once wanted me.

I knew you loved me. I felt it. I did.
And that's enough to finally evaporate from your life because you did your part. You did love me even if we didn't make it that long. Even if your love didn't last. Even if my love didn't serve you best.

I knew you did love me in the best way you could. In the most sincere way you could.

It's just bad timing.
It's just too impossible.
It's just to risky
and our time was up.

I knew you loved me
it just happened that you found excitement in a different skin, different warmth, different promises that made you dance in your dreams, different breath.

I knew you loved me
it's just that loving me made you tired.
I hope she loves you right.