For a Moment
There are moments
When the longing returns
As if it were yesterday
And the pain was still new.
Fresh. An open wound.
In those moments,
I love you.
I want nothing but to be sitting next to you
And to hold you.
Safe. Home.
There are moments
When I forget about the ending
And the reasons you left
And the reason I left.
Nostalgic. Wanting.
In those moments,
I think we could make it work
As if there was never anything wrong
And we were perfect together.
Happy. Comfortable.
There are moments
When I remember the poison
That I had in my veins
From that thing you said.
Hateful. Demeaning.
In those moments,
I think about the daggers
I always carried
Ready to lash out.
Defensive. Insecure.
There are moments
When I wonder what you would say
If you knew, really knew me
And all of the thoughts in my head.
Hurtful. Secretive.
In those moments
I regret everything.
I regret nothing.
I knew love with you.
Soft. Sweet.
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