My maybe

My Maybe loves me.

I know he does.

I know because

My Maybe isn’t a maybe

Because he wants to be.

This world

And this timing

Are taking him from me.

My Maybe wipes my tears

And kisses me before he leaves.

My Maybe takes away my insecurities

And tells me I’m his everything.

But he’s only a maybe

And that’s all he’ll ever be.

And I’ll never get to know

What could be.

So I let him live as a maybe

In my memories.

And wonder if he’d stayed

If my Maybe could’ve become

My Certainty.