sometimes i wish that time softened
to let me slip in between the cracks
so that i could have that moment again
where you were mine
and where the world was ours.
i sit here, yearning -
for more moments
where the light caught your face,
when your hands hovered over mine,
or when you’d wrap your body around mine.
once wasn’t enough,
it would never be enough.
i want to feel it twice,
not to change it or fix it,
but to savour it.
i want you to carve the memories of yourself
deep into my heart,
and stretch the time we had.
but,
time is cruel,
moving too fast,
slipping through my fingers,
long enough to remember,
but too fast to hold.
time will always be cruel -
it left me with echoes of you,
reminders that whisper softly,
that you were here,
you were real,
you are real,
but you are not mine,
and i am not yours.
Mar 26
Mar 26, 2026 at 4:57 AM UTC
sometimes i wish that time softened
to let me slip in between the cracks
so that i could have that moment again
where you were mine
and where the world was ours.
i sit here, yearning -
for more moments
where the light caught your face,
when your hands hovered over mine,
or when you’d wrap your body around mine.
once wasn’t enough,
it would never be enough.
i want to feel it twice,
not to change it or fix it,
but to savour it.
i want you to carve the memories of yourself
deep into my heart,
and stretch the time we had.
but,
time is cruel,
moving too fast,
slipping through my fingers,
long enough to remember,
but too fast to hold.
time will always be cruel -
it left me with echoes of you,
reminders that whisper softly,
that you were here,
you were real,
you are real,
but you are not mine,
and i am not yours.
