To you, who thinks that time and space are within the reaches of your tiny fingers, do not waste what is before them at this moment. The mere seconds to you, are eternities for another.
I know that we had always discussed,
the possibilities of days ahead of us.
Every detail written on stars and skies,
infinitely branching across our very eyes.
But, I ask today the dreaded question,
one we had known but never mentioned.
Could this be our last encounter hence,
and 'next times', never would be sensed?
Where would this take our weary souls,
in caves so barren, stained of coal?
Or through the fields where we would see,
the closure intended upon all to be?
Is it even so possible to lose them all?
Where 'next time' is closed by a curtain call?
Can each inch of distance be felt by heart?
Does this mean that we were meant to part?
Returning back to preset moments I,
watch closely the movements of your eyes,
and the way you speak, every gesture made,
I engrave each one lest they all fade.
Before I lose each second of banter,
every minute of unreserved laughter,
the days where words were more than enough,
Before the fire they hold gets snuffed.
And realize, I do, these things between,
the livid moments and solemn scenes,
we've shared across through galaxies,
the constellations between you and me.
For I do think, that we could lose all of these,
that next times, would never grace our seas,
the shores of our lives would be bought to past,
so, I let this time be, that of our very last.
YOU ARE READING
For You
Thơ caFor you, my words they are to keep, For you, my dreams to fill your sleep, For you, my life in your hands, For you, my love I still stand. (Cover is self made)
