I wrote this sonnet after a conversation with someone I care about. I haven't fully explained to him that this is how I feel yet, but soon I will have to.
Of course I want to believe we can last
But time always wins and ev’rything ends
Soon we will part, our fire dead and past
Yet you think we can fight what life intends?
Given the chance, each other we'll ruin
Desire elapsed, resentment ensured
Hope against hope would bring the undoing
Of earned history, remembrance obscured
And maybe our finish is not our doom
Rather the savior of sweet memory
Our expiration date above us looms
Instant grief, but fondness in reverie
So choose the lesser of these sorry fates
Lose now or worse later, sorrow awaits