Do you think I can have one more kiss? I’ll find closure in your lips
and then I’ll go. Maybe also one more breakfast, one more lunch and one more
dinner, I’ll be full and happy and we can part. But in between meals maybe we
can lie in bed one more time, one more prolonged moment where time suspends
indefinitely as I rest my head on your chest. My hope is, if we add up the “one
mores”, they will equal a lifetime and I’ll never have to get to the part where
I let you go. But that’s not real, is it? There are no more “one mores”.
I met you when everything was new and exciting and the possibilities of
the world seemed endless. And they still are. For you, for me, but not for us.
Somewhere between then and now, here and there, I guess we didn’t just grow
apart, we grew up. When something breaks, if the pieces are large enough, you
can fix it. Unfortunately, sometimes things don’t break, they shatter. But when
you let the light in, shattered glass will glitter and in those moments, when
the pieces of how we were catch the sun, I’ll remember just how beautiful it
was, just how beautiful it’ll always be because it was us and we were magic,
forever.
