Sweet time
The paths I walked while
talking on the phone with you
about everything under the sun
are still lanes of sweet memories.
The places I went while
you were asleep
Thinking about a life with you
waiting for you to wake up again
are still stops in our fairy tale.
When I stay alone now,
wanting to talk to someone,
I know it’s because I’ve known you.
I don’t know if I still need you,
but I know this feeling.
It’s big. It’s beautiful. It’s pure.
I don’t know if I want to be with you.
I want to go to that past,
for only a few minutes,
where I spent my sweet time alone and
also lived life with you.
I love it. I love you. I love those times,
those memories,
I want to keep making more.
But,
I doubt I’ll forgive you.
I doubt you’ll forgive me.
Ends are bitter.
So, I wonder..
Was it a dream?
Were we just a couple of
hopelessly romantic idiots?
Was it real?
Did we make all that up?
If we didn’t,
was it wise to lose it?
I don’t know if we’ll find out.
I love the taste of our sweet time,
but if I walk back,
I know I’ll want more.
