Today is not the day to let you go.
Neither is tomorrow,
and neither is yesterday.
But trust me, it’s a day.
It’s a date under our favorite tree in the school yard,
a long drawn-out text conversation in the night,
everything that we used to love to do
that has now been broken
by you, by me,
by time and the nature of humanity and heartbreaks.
Today is not the day to say goodbye,
Today is the day I pick up the phone
and let you know