We had spent three weeks apart
and after an afternoon date,
you drove me home.
You leaned in for a kiss
and I didn't feel it
like I once did.
Something changed
in my absence.
But I couldn't say goodbye.
I cried myself to sleep
that night
trying to bring myself
to love you.
I thought there was
something wrong with me.
But it turned out
you had lost your feelings
for me as well.
But you didn't
say anything.
The next date went as usual;
you even introduced me
to your friend.
When we ended the night,
I gave you a quick peck
because you had a cold.
I didn't know
that would be our last kiss.
Two days later
it was over.
I never got to
kiss you goodbye again.