Time

by Sarah Soha

 

3 am, the bus running fast,

From the window I watched the silver moon follow.

The wind whispered your name,

The stars sketched your face.

 

I was drunk with memories of you and me,

The best wasn’t the one when you got me presents,

Or when you got me surprised and made me smile.

It was whenever you walked towards me, sweet and simple.

 

You usually look me in the eye,

Say nothing but smile.

 

I wish I had time to hug you tight

Hold your hands for the very first time.

 

Time takes wing and flies,

Sometimes it stops altogether.

 

For a loud crash there was a pool of blood and a silent goodbye.

Please know I love you and this is my fairytale.

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