Do you think that I can have one more kiss? Then I’ll find closure on your lips and I’ll go. Maybe also one more breakfast, one more lunch, one more dinner. I’ll be full and happy, and we can part. But in between meals maybe we can lie in bed one more time. One more prolonged moment where time suspense in definitely as I rest my head on your chest. My hope is if we add up the ‘one more’s they will equal a life time and I will never have to get to the part that I have to let you go. But that’s not real, is it? There are no ‘one more’s. I met you when everything was new and exciting, and the possibilities of the world seemed endless. And they still are, for you, for me, not for us. Somewhere between then and now, here and then, I guess we didn’t just grow apart. We grew up. When something breaks and the pieces are large enough, you can fix it. Unfortunately, sometimes things don’t break, they shatter. But when you let the light in shattered glass will glitter. And in these moments, the pieces that we were catch the sun, I’ll remember just how beautiful it was. Just how beautiful it will always be. Because it was us. And we were magic. Forever.
Someone great

















