I caught the grin on your face, but we didn’t talk.

Yet.

Now we’re sharing stories. But we haven’t joked.

Yet.

Now we’re giggling like kids. But no confessions.

Yet.

Now I’m giving you a letter in class. But no love.

Yet.

The words slipped. But we’re not graduated.

Yet.

Now come college. But we’re not living together.

Yet.

Now we’re cuddling. But you don’t want kids.

Yet.

It’s a girl. But we’re not married.

Yet.

Now I’m sharing vows. But you don’t have any.

Yet.

Now we’re renewing them. But you’re not happy.

Yet.

Now we’re arguing. But it’s not really real.

Yet.

Now you’re packing your bags. But not gone.

Yet.

You took her with you. But I’m not crying.

Yet.

I got the call. I didn’t know what it was.

Yet.

Now I’m in the grass, hands on the headstone, tears matching the raindrops. Remembering when I caught the grin on your face.

But we hadn’t talked.

Not yet.