January 1st is coming up, and I'm still stuck on that night in July.
You watched the fireworks in the sky, and I watched them from your eyes.
Your arm was wrapped around mine, and even between us were sparks that fly.

Color flushed from my face while my heart pounded through my chest.
All I could hear was the sound of my lungs grasping for a breath.
I would do anything to be in that moment once again, and I would give everything to have more than the title of just friends.

In 7 days, 2025 will begin, but if had one wish to be conferred, it would be to redo that warm night in July on the third.
Instead of re-losing the battle to my cowardice, I imagine my confidence leans in for a kiss.
Maybe you would stop me and prevent a regret, or maybe you'd meet me halfway, and instead of wanting a redo, I'd only want to relive.

Our moment belongs to the past as strangers start to grow, and we're distanced and daily marked as a no-show.
I'm back to living the second life I started two years ago, and you're moving on with yours while time rushes us both.
I need to move on, and I need to forget, but I'll continue to hold out until my last hope calls it quits.



Wednesday 25 December 2024