A Whole Melancholy of Lovers

drift

I think we're meant to be together

How do I know?
Because I told him how we would end up:
Not together.
I said he would go to school hours away next year
And we would just slowly stop talking
Maybe he would start rolling with another girl there

He graciously told me to stop talking like that,
That it wouldn't happen
But i continued

We'll end up going to different colleges anyway
Probably across the country from each other.
Unless he wanted to go to UVM with me

He sweetly tapped my hand with his finger
And looked me in the eyes,
And then he said he would love that.

So maybe we won't break apart
Maybe we won't drift from each other
At least I hope not