running out of love, running out of time

if you can hold her hand
without feeling torn at the idea that
one day, you may never feel its warmth again,
then you are not in love with her

do not keep muttering worn-out
i-love-you’s
under your breath
just to fill the empty spaces in the air
even if they no longer beat with passion,
do not try to explain the thousands of reasons
why you love her
if you don’t

because if you can live with the thought
of her name being engraved in
someone else’s mind,
her fingers running through someone else’s hair,
the thought of those beautiful words
whispered into lips that don’t belong to you
then you have never loved her, even for a second

and the bitter fragments
of the love she gave away
were never worthy to
belong to you