Not yet, darling

Are you still waiting for me?
How many seasons has it been?

Are you still having hope for us?
When does the heart forget?

Have you ever wished we’d never met?
Like I did on so many nights.

I wanted to let you go,
but the universe insists that I shouldn’t.

I desperately need to move on, but every time I do
I feel your hand touching the back of my head,
and I hear you whisper gently these words,
‘not yet, darling, please not yet.’