why can’t we count?

in my haste to hold onto you,

i stumbled back to the causeway

between days that have past

and years that will go by

only to be hit by a

stab of nostalgia ;

your hardened gaze, the last

of your laughter, the weighty

whispers of a better tomorrow

were meant to be

understood as finality so

was I too much to push

for more, to just drag

the moment past its end,

until every possibility

plays out as planned.

if it were up to me,

i’d sit on the peak

of every moment

that led to us,

i’ll hold onto it in

all my aloneness,

i’d let the days on the

calendar repeat themselves

for us to finally count

note: god if you knew, if only i knew how you could undo three years just like that. you were truly good for a time, such a crazy time we had.