From the moment I met you,
I foresaw a future where my heart would be broken.
Yet I said “hi”,
introduced myself to you,
and talked about the tv show on your t-shirt.
After our first conversation,
all I could do was stare at my room ceiling and think about you:
about how you were a calm ocean,
your waves constantly playfully coming towards my shores, lingering for a bit,
then going away, for a second or two, leaving me wanting more;
you were the song that I wanted to know every lyric to,
and your rhythm is what my heart would beat to;
you were like a cup of hot chocolate in a snowy winter,
sweetly warming parts of me that had almost frozen off.
So eventually I asked you out
and you said yes.
We never talked ever since,
I was left all alone,
Confused and wondering what went wrong
My memories of you slowly devolving
into an old 1900s film — devoid of color or sound,
rendering you nothing
but a silhouette walking further and further away
from what we used to be, what we used to do -
breakfast food at the diner at 8 pm,
all the shows we watched up until 2 a.m.,
how we teared up during sad movies and laughed about it later,
the deep talk by the hillside.
All these things gone,
like a star that is burning out,
its dying warmth first gives way to a lonely cold
and the light of memories that shines beyond the grave of hope
slowly dimming to oblivion,
leaving behind nothing but a feeling of distant regret
that maybe, just maybe, things may have moved a little bit too fast.
