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