time said goodbye.

you look back at the future, the future that could have been your now. what am i talking about? i'm talking about a fuzzy but possible glimpse of what you might have now if you'd turned left instead of right. when you were standing at the fork, unsure of which way you should venture to. i look at your pictures, you seem so happy, you're always smiling and i really can't help but think of how instead of her it could have been me.

does she make your heart skip two beats at a time, does she make you believe in fairy tales and happily ever after? is she, could she...might she be 'the one'? I don't know and perhaps you don't either but what isn't a mystery is that i can see how truly happy you are and for that...i thank her. for bringing you sunny days, a warm bed, for giving you a loving smile in the morning and someone to hold your hand making you understand that this life is happier shared. i don't yearn to be your girl, but i do hope i'll always be in your dreams...and to me, that's enough. I'd rather be remembered for all the joy we grew together, all the hopeful zest of love we released into the world. we loved and we made love, a welded connection and for the short time we spent together, love undeniably kept us snug through chilly nights.

but if i could turn around, run back to your awaiting open arms to be greeted like we'd never parted...i wouldnt. for our time has passed and going back would only stall the work on the road i've already chosen. making U-turns only means I'm lost because I'd be going back over a year ago and it would take me too long to get back to where i am now and though i consistently say time is what i have - i really don't. i long for you and i long for a time when we were dear, but that time has been lost to memory where only in imagination and the banks of my history will it thrive and live a life of it's own till my memory no longer serves me.

we'll run on the beach, cuddle through the gusty winds of the city, steal kisses in the lift, hold hands and giggle to sweet nothings on the tram, we'll remember our imaginary children that in those moments we longed for and forever in the part of my heart that will always be yours...we'll live on.