because time moves fast
and soon we’ll be old
and soon youth
will be nothing but a mirror we glance in
wondering how we got these wrinkles,
asking why we did those things we did
wondering if the mistakes we made
were really mistakes at all
i wish i paid attention to more things
i wish i could remember how you were
not how i remember you to be.
i wish i could tell you how much of my heart you held
and how i wanted to give you all of it
and how i didn’t mind that you broke it
and how in this brokenness
i found myself more.
and how the sweet and angry
times evaporated into mist
the fragmentary moments i still hold and cherish.
yet,
you’re now nothing but a memory.
and to see those eyes looking
upon me again
would be a dream.
sometimes,
i like to think they’re there anyways
you can see me smiling
and that
that is enough.