STAY

'I told you' 
Yes you did
'Not my fault' 
No it isn't 'timing is bad' 
Yes blame everything 
On a man-made concept 
I spent nights thinking;
wondering what will happen, 
If I curl myself in your arms 
I know you told me;
To wait 
And yes, 
We must. 
But I fear
You will ghost
Desert me, 
Turn into a memory. 
And this fear will not. 
A poem written to describe 
This situation can be erased,
My fear cannot be. 
Grammar can be incorrect, 
Your words can't be. 
So I say,
Irrespective of status 
And tags 
And social constructs 
And distance
Curl me in your arms,
Mean what you say. 
Know what you are getting into 
And STAY