Hiralious

This time that you come, I will hold the time in my palm a little more tightly, I will capture the silhouette your face makes against the sun and imagine it to be eternal. Because,I need a moment to hold onto. Life is just passing by me, and whatever vitality I feel keeps becoming prey to the myriad of distractions. There's something to be said about the pattern of departure. I am the one who stays awake when your eyelids draw a curtain over your eyes. I am the one who bolts the door after you leave, the one who smoothes the wrinkles of the bedsheet. I feel shaken, because to the world, my speed was phenomenal, and now my wind is gone and i feel so rooted in my spot sometimes. The only shifting scene before me is your coming and going. We are together and then we are not. We kiss and then we don't. We laugh and then we don't.
My dear, I hope there's not a situation where we love, and then we don't.