Wait

Wait
Please God. Just...
Wait.

I am not through,
or even close to being finished.

There are still stories to be told,
and paths to wander,
and fights yet to have,
Arguments--
loud and angry
and barely, almost lucid
for the passion of it all--
not the cold and quiet kind.

There's enough time--
more than enough time--
later,
For cold and quiet.

For now,
I want to shout in the heat of the day,
under the light of the sun
or the soft silver shimmer of moon,
And laugh,
And croon
And whisper too loudly.

I need more,
Don't you see?
A year--
A day--
A minute--
Please:
Just wait
For one more second.
I have not quite finished
saying I love you.
I am not quite done
saying good bye.