To you, I was always first.
Even though your past history told me otherwise,
I should have absorbed every little moment,
When I was your number one.
Today, I am your second.
Your third,
Perhaps not even a number, but a distant memory.
I wish I had savored those few days,
Like slowly savoring a melting piece of chocolate on a lifeless tongue.
One, two, three, taste bud absorbing the flavors of your rainbow.
I promise it would have been worthwhile.
I would have stayed with you till the end,
Washing away in your swallow.
To me, you’re still my first.
A number, a memory, a taste, a flavor, a rainbow.
You’re my second, my third, my fourth,
My all.
I cross my fingers, hoping, wishing, praying that one-day,
I’ll cross your mind,
I’ll flutter down softly on your tongue,
Your taste buds questioning,
The memories returning.
Maybe one day, I’ll fit perfectly in your equation of numbers.
Dec 9, 2012
Dec 9, 2012 at 5:01 PM UTC
To you, I was always first.
Even though your past history told me otherwise,
I should have absorbed every little moment,
When I was your number one.
Today, I am your second.
Your third,
Perhaps not even a number, but a distant memory.
I wish I had savored those few days,
Like slowly savoring a melting piece of chocolate on a lifeless tongue.
One, two, three, taste bud absorbing the flavors of your rainbow.
I promise it would have been worthwhile.
I would have stayed with you till the end,
Washing away in your swallow.
To me, you’re still my first.
A number, a memory, a taste, a flavor, a rainbow.
You’re my second, my third, my fourth,
My all.
I cross my fingers, hoping, wishing, praying that one-day,
I’ll cross your mind,
I’ll flutter down softly on your tongue,
Your taste buds questioning,
The memories returning.
Maybe one day, I’ll fit perfectly in your equation of numbers.
