Like the trickle of the last drops of rain
Down the pipe
But moving nonetheless.
And yes I have accepted that as a fact.
That I, too, will change
Just as you will.
And yes I know, too
That you may stop being who I met
Who I’m talking to,
But you will always
Be the one I fell
And yes, I, too know
That the same goes for me.
It scares me.
What if you have changed so much
That I’ve become estranged to you?
What if you’ve changed so much
That I don’t fit in anymore?
I am scared.
Because I know how much I love you
What if you don’t?
Against the doctrines of the martyrs,
Against the words of romanticism,
If it isn’t too much to ask,
Will you promise to stay?
Will you promise to not ask me to give this up?
Will you promise not to let me go?