S & D

By Sira Sidibe

 

Must all good things really come to an end?

If I would’ve known, I would not have smiled that day.

I would not have melted when you pressed your lips against my own

I would not have said your name so my mother, friends, Philadelphia all knew

you were in my heart and mind and soul.

I would not have pressed my ears to your mouth and absorbed every detail that creates you.

My sweet, sweet love

I would not have made you out so sweet if I knew all good things must come to an end.