Precognition
Aug 9, 2017 · 1 min read
The edges of our love were always tinged with sadness
The bittersweet fragments of time that slipped by too quickly
Like the future had transposed on the present
As if we were simultaneously living two versions of our lives
One where we clung desperately to each other
Knowing this was only temporarily
And the other where we had to live without the other
Trapped in memories of always knowing
That we were never meant to be
