You can leave.
You can leave whenever you please.
And I will write poetry about you,
And about how things could be.
In a year or so,
I’ll definitely forget you!
Just like I had forgotten who you were
Before I had met you.
It was a year ago, if I remember correctly, the time when I wrote this short pseudo-poem. At that time, I wrote this as a joke. The person to whom it was written was going to sleep, and I just wrote it; we laughed afterwards.
But now, a year after, when this is starting to look more like a prophecy than a lousy poem, I still laugh when I read it, the only difference being that it is not the same kind of laugh; it just isn’t!