you were tired in a way that you wanted to sleep, but i was tired in a way that i wanted more time with you.
still,
i can’t tell you to stay up longer, just like how you can’t tell me to stop longing for you.
If you tell me that death
will not mean the end of us
then only I can rest in peace
because I can handle
the pain,
the silence,
the darkness,
and everything else
but the possibility
of never running into you again.