Wait
Wait
Please God. Just…
Wait.

I am not through,
or even close to being finished.

There are still stories to be told,
and paths to wander,
and fights yet to have,
Arguments–
loud and angry
and barely, almost lucid
for the passion of it all–
not the cold and quiet kind.

There’s enough time–
more than enough time–
later,
For cold and quiet.

For now,
I want to shout in the heat of the day,
under the light of the sun
or the soft silver shimmer of moon,
And laugh,
And croon
And whisper too loudly.

I need more,
Don’t you see?
A year–
A day–
A minute–
Please:
Just wait
For one more second.
I have not quite finished
saying I love you.
I am not quite done
saying good bye.