my eyes were the first to forget. the face i once cradled tenderly between my hands, now a blur. and your voice is slowly drifting from my memory like a fading polaroid. but the way i felt is still crystal clear. like it was yesterday.
there are philosophers who remain adamant the past, present and future all exist at the one time. and the way i have felt, the way i feel- that same bittersweet ache between wanting and having- is evidence of their theory. i felt you before i knew you and i still feel you now. and in that brief moment between- wrapped in your arms thinking, how lucky i am, how lucky i am, how lucky i am-
how lucky i was.
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