you never asked

when i remember you,
i remember the days,
i wanted to stay,
to tell you about me,
i wanted to stay,
because i didn't believe
letting go was the same
as love, but a polite
expression of goodbye,
but you never asked me
anything, not even
for a trifle kiss,
you did gave me a hand
on my suitcase -
when all you wanted
after all these times,
was for me not to go,
i was too proud,
to be hurt, you were
not that brave,
to be hurt, and so,
we hurt - you and i,
with someone,
we didn't have to ask
anything for