It’s lost now.
Our hearts no longer skip beats at the
sight of each other, they beat in our chests
as if we had never met.
You brown hair will no longer lay on my chest
and warm me when I need it the most.
I won’t get another chance to laugh at
the way you dance when I play
your favorite song.
Our opportunity that grew
from a bond bound together with movies
and restaurants,
and floats down the river
where your smile
made me forget about the town and people around us,
has now withered away.
It attempted to resurrect itself
through the speaker on our phones,
the tears across your cheeks,
and the trails lit only by the moon,
but we knew it never had a chance,
the opportunity was buried under seven feet
of lies and mistakes!
But it’s fine,
there will be other opportunities,
but the one that was so golden,
so glorious,
is lost now.