You die in time to realize somethings aren’t worthwhile.

I told you I loved you, but I said it a little too late. You move in time and sometimes our timing is against one another.

We’re meant for each other for a moment, but no one knows how long the moment lasts except the moment itself.

Time never touched you. It touched me and then I seemed to regret everything. Your hair in my face, eyes in my mind, a darkness I found in you. But you don’t regret. You hold within. You feel in memory because love lost is still a love once had. You remember passion, conversations over dinner, moments interwoven before each other. We die to live, not die to cry over memories which don’t last our expected timeframe.

I walked the streets looking for something instead of letting what I wanted, to look for me.