We were a table apart.
So close—yet impossibly far.
That table separated the stars from the earth.
Light-years between us,
different timelines,
different planets.
She fell first.
I arrived four years too late.
Now she moves forward
while I remain in the past—
a past that cannot be undone
and a future that cannot be rewritten.
So I sit and wonder:
Why give everything
only to end with nothing again?
Mar 12
Mar 12, 2026 at 11:15 AM UTC