Negative

He’s just tired, not
scared or lonely or
anything like that, no, just
tired. Not because of
you (it never was).

He’s from Munich. Says he doesn’t
miss it, but he does,
misses you too, misses the
trains and the city’s buzz. He’s
strong, you know that. Of course you do,
since he hasn’t showed up
at your doorstep.

Though did you know
he plans to? Plans to come with
daises, your favourite. Plans to
sing to you, badly at that.
He even wrote you a song,
it doesn’t rhyme and
the melody is
way off, but he tried. It’s the thought that
counts, you know.
And you’re all he thinks about.

Maybe everyone won’t be
against you, this time
at least. You’re stubborn, and he’s
tired, just tired. Maybe it’ll rain,
days on end with
nothing but rain that will fall
and mix with your tears, because
maybe he’ll cry,
too. You can cry together.
Please don’t ask for more than that.