Faint Curtain of White

It was the last day of May that you told me to wait
and for me to have faith, that one day, a reverse goodbye.

Back then I asked why did you have to be away anyway?
I questioned if we would be okay.
Asking a compromise, perhaps just until next Sunday?
I pleaded that you'd always stay.
But alone, you need time to retrace your own way.

Despite your absence, I promise that I will not sway.
Today