The Date

52.

Time, slippery as it escaped my grasp while I despairingly kept hold over it. Time a treacherous thief. I remember I used to run carefree of all the dread around me. I remember wishing to grow up quickly. Now...

Now, I wished I'd savored each moment I spend with you. How I regret not holding you enough. Not kissing you enough. Not telling you how much I love you. How much would I give to rewrite those moments?

Too bad you kept your stupid promise...

Too bad you love me from afar...

Now I can only hear your voice whisper in the wind.

Your longing voice, soft as a c.a.r.e.s.s...

You speak to me in my sleep, murmuring sweet promise that can't be fulfilled.

Liar! Thief!

You run away with my heart,

Stole it and disappeared in the dead night.

Now, I'm lost in turmoil. My pieces scattered in the wind.

You took my precious breath and I can only pant,

Gasping for air...

Begging for your presence.