We Need To Talk

Letting the words soak in I stayed The mist pool filled I couldn’t say goodnight The night told me There would not be “us” much longer. How long? No one ever knows these things. Who can predict? Working as hard as anyone should, Going back to tonight, Love dying, I have to say good night. ((Notes: The title is supposed to have quotes around it, but it won't let me put special characters. Also, this is an erasure poem, but there was no option for that under the form section))