
Would you change a thing?
Knowing how soon I was leaving?
Knowing that would be the last time
You would ever see me.
Neither of us knew the future
We only saw it crumbling
Before our eyes.
The nights were so restless, then.
I never liked when the sun came up
Because it reminded me
That time was not in our hands.
That it was falling out of them,
Pouring and slipping through an empty grasp.
What did we have, then?
Well, we had hope.
And we had dreams.
Because we dreamed, and we dreamed.
But we knew, at the same time
That it was burning.
That fire we started together
In the name of love
Was not going to relent
At us, at what we had.
And now there was nothing
But I know there was -
I know there was.
I was there and I remember.
And that memory
Is all I have.
About the Creator
Jacob Navarrete
Leading a spiritual life after trauma and addiction. I've always thought sadness had a particular and ungraspable beauty to it. Expressing raw visceral emotion and bearing a light for those walking in darkness.



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