Goodbye

When it’s time to go, you anticipate drama.
You put up a wall, hoping to keep yourself safe.
You don’t understand that the drama comes from the wall.
You don’t understand that you get cold and make it feel like I could possibly never see you again, which would be just fine by you.
You don’t understand that you are the drama.
When it’s time to go, you give me a quick half-hug with the condescending pat, and an embarrassing peck.
When you kiss me goodbye, I wonder why we even saw each other.

When it’s time to go, he doesn’t anticipate drama.
His wall comes down.
He understands that this is the time to let me know if he wants to see me again.
He understands that he could possibly never see me again, which would kinda suck.
He understands the situation.
When it’s time to go, he holds me close and kisses me with more passion than I’ve felt from you in years.
When he kisses me goodbye, I miss him already.