For Now, Not Forever

We knew it from the start—

this was a season,

not a lifetime.

A sun-drenched afternoon

painted in gold and goodbyes.

You were the kind of love

I could taste but not keep,

like summer fruit

too sweet to last past August.

We didn’t lie when we said *I love you.*

We just didn’t say the rest:

*…but not enough to ruin each other.*

*…but not enough to bend the world to our will.*

*…but not enough to outlast the timing.*

I still look for you in cities I visit,

half-hoping to bump into you

at a café where the music is right

and the light hits like it did

that first morning you stayed over.

But the truth is,

even if I found you,

we’d only have the same old conversation—

the one where we choose our lives

over each other,

again and again.

Funny, isn’t it?

How the right person

can still be the wrong time.

How love isn’t always about holding on—

sometimes it’s about letting go

while your hands are still warm.