Eight Months

He said we would stay young forever
I didn't know he actually wanted to die.
Genetic advancements would tide us over
Until we met at the Gates
And gave a high-five.

Those restaurants I don't dare re-visit
The streets I won't bare to walk
And that old abandoned building I trespassed on
Even though by then,
you had moved on.

I awoke sobbing,
the morning of that day.
In my dream I was a prophet
rejected by all,
and the queen was sick.
And I had to go on.

And I am sorry
I acted aloof
And was absorbed in only my own loneliness
and I am so sorry
You were hurting so badly
but now, you will just have to wait.