Remember the good stillness?
When each other's presence meant more than anything?
When a moment of nothing meant everything?

Remember the good thoughts?
When we'd look in each other's eyes and just know?
When a glance was harmless?

Remember the good silence?
When we'd sit together and let the quiet speak for itself?
When a moment was peaceful?

Remember?

Sometimes it's hard.
Wrong placement,
wrong timing,
with someone who could be everything.
Sometimes, things are rushed.
But sometimes, clocks freeze.
They freeze to keep that good stillness.
Maybe things will be good again one day.
Maybe one day we'll move forward again.
Maybe one day, our clock will unfreeze.