If This Is How Our Story Ends

Last night on the couch, you wouldn't look at me. Your fingers on

your phone like you were holding on to leaving. You said, "We gave it

time." I heard, "We gave up easy." My hands reached

for your knees, you moved them like you didn't even feel me. All of these

half-backed boxes. Names on the side in ink. You said, "We're just being

honest." I said nothing, I just watched your heartbeat blink. If this is

how our story ends, say it soft, say it slow. Don't pretend,

don't call it love. If you're halfway out the door, I'm trying