My eyes were the first to forget. The face I once cradled between my hands now a blur. Your voice is slowly drifting away from me like a fading polaroid. But the way I felt is crystal clear…like it was yesterday.
There are philosophers who claim the past, present and the future all exist at the same time. And the way I have felt, the way I feel…that bittersweet ache between wanting and having is evidence to that theory.
I felt you before I knew you and I still feel you now and that brief moment in between when I was wrapped in your arms thinking how lucky I am…how lucky I was.