– To Your Royal Badness –

 

I saw you.

It was you

In a black sweater,

Without makeup.

I knew you were leaving soon –

Later that day

Or the next morning.

You barely stood and

Just let me hold you.

No smile or words,

However it was

The sweetest gift

You could ever give –

A farewell.

You let me send you away

In my own arms

Turning back the clock.

It was kinda permission

To cry as a

Dearly beloved.