Perhaps, in another time,
On another day,
We’d enjoy the sunset far far away.
You and I’d stand together and smile,
the twinkles crinkling your eyes.
As we would plan the rest of the days of our lives.
You’d hold my hand, warming the chill in my bones,
As I would drink the unspoken promises, drowning my groans.
But, if only it were true.
You & I stand today, not together.
The smile causes no crinkles,
As the fabric of time gathers wrinkles.