more of my life.

Apr 1

I’ll admit, I romanticized all of your movements.

Said you were 70 degrees in February.

A sidewalk that’s three people wide,

The feeling of knowing what to say at the right time.

I told people you rewrote my underdog design,

That I was lucky to have guessed right on the first try.

Now, time has elapsed and all of me was wrong,

For painting you in a haze.

We didn’t give each other space to fail.

Or grow.

Or stay.

But if I’m honest,

I wish to go back in time.

So I could love you for more of my life.

time.