How We’re Supposed To Be Poem by Paul Christopher Robertson

I would say I love you
If I could trust
I would remember who you were tomorrow
It’s not too late you would say
But in my heart I regret to hold the knowledge
I know it to be too late but you refuse to see
I’m not proud and I never will be
But I have to leave so as not to hate us both
It’s hard I know
I would cry but you wouldn’t want to see
So brave I must be
And maybe next time we meet
We won’t need drink
Maybe we’ll be how we’re supposed to be