Can I ask for one last hug? I'll treasure each second of your warm embrace. How about one last kiss? So I can memorize the sensation of your lips. Just one last dinner? One last stroll? One last walk? We'll count the stars as my fingers trace figures on your palm. I'm hoping that if we combine all of my one last requests, it will turn to an infinity and the moment where I have to let you go won't come.
But, that's not possible is it?
The reality is that we tried, but destiny seems to have different plans. We had high hopes for our future as if we were young gods who can accomplish anything. And they still are, for you, for me, but not us.
When something does not fit, simply giving up is the only option. Forcing something that is too big will just end up hurting and destroying. Forcing something that is too small will only make us feel hollow and alone. However, I believe there will come a time wherein the perfect piece will just appear and everything will work out. And I come to accept that I am not your perfect piece and you're not mine.
You made such a short-lived moment beautiful and filled with endless possibilities. I will always be grateful that I met you. You may not be my perfect piece but you will always be someone special.
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Moon Child | Ongoing
Poetry"Home isn't always four walls. Sometimes it's one warm embrace And two people's heartbeats as one. " - Moon Child (StarHues) Collection of poems mostly tackling about falling in love with someone out of your reach. Musings about the pain of unrequit...
