A love letter for an ending

Would you be a friend?
At the end of us
would I find a warm shoulder
where a lover used to be?

I love you, forever, that’s true.
But at what point do we call it?
Maybe this is the last time
I’ll let you make me cry.
Maybe this is the last time
that I’ll lay here attempting to conjure up
your reasons to stay.
When does love become a burden?

This quarrel, a losing game.
Would you kiss me on that night?
Stroke my hair on that night?

Despite everything you’re about to lose
could you love me
and let me go?