I tried thinking of a word that is closest to love and the only thing that comes to mind is your name. I try to imagine what i would say if our paths crossed again but i keep drawing blanks.
I've forgotten what it was like to feel the sun on my skin without worrying that it could hurt me. I've stopped throwing myself from cliffs, with my hands in the air, waiting for the splash below.
Everyday, I look in the mirror and i see more and more of my aged face staring back at me. Everyday i measure the weight of my past against the present and feel the drag of what could have been.
I still look at pictures of you and wonder when i'll stop hoping. I stare at the clock, with its slow methodical hands and dread the day when I'll know it's too late.