bring me roses

it wouldn’t be right to go without saying goodbye.

it’s hard enough to say it when we know it’s not forever. But this time is very different. You can’t just call me when you’re sad or text me when you’re bored. You can’t tell me that you’re sorry. You can’t tell me what you’ve been up to or how much fun you had last night.

If I showed up at your door, just to say goodbye, would you pretend not to be home like I expect you to? If I called you tonight to tell you I’m sorry but I’ll miss you, would you even care?

I guess it doesn’t matter, because I’ll be gone.

Tell my parents it’s not their fault.

Don’t pretend like you didn’t hear me, because I must’ve said it dozens of times.

I’m not okay.

I never asked for much. Maybe just your hand to hold. Or a hug when I was falling apart.

If I can ask for just one more thing.

Bring me roses and watch the sunrise with me.