We stood there, eyes upon eyes, gaze upon gaze. And we remembered the way we were — I hoped.
The softness of your lips took me back at least a few years ago. Times when we were young and had nothing to lose for, except I did, and it was you.
We embraced our longing stares as if everything wouldn’t matter tomorrow. Like this moment was the end of the last time I will ever see you again. And perhaps at some point that is true. But not today. Not now.
Today you are new, yesterday was me, and tomorrow seemed unrecognizable.
