my arms, but you say,
you have to go.
Why do you have to go?
I wanna drown in your eyes,
but you withdraw and say,
it's late, you gotta go.
Why do you have to go?
The sun hasn't painted
the evening sky yet, and
the moon hasn't
conjured twilight.
The big black clocks
want to stop for a bit
and even the road to
your home wants to lose
your memory for a while,
so give it a rest.
The waves crashing in
the distance are yet to start
an affair with the shore,
and the words stuck under
my tongue want to
compose you songs.
The secrets I wanna
confide in your braids
and a hundred pauses
I wanna measure against
your breath-
The redness of your
cheeks needs to be
tended with kisses.
But you say, you gotta go.
Your fondness for my
bruised heart is at
work with hurt,
But you say, you gotta go.
Why darling, why do you
have to go?