Can you mourn a moment that just happened?
Because you desperately want it to continue.
Have you ever begged the stars and moon for this moment to last?
For this not to be goodbye.
For a few seconds more.

However, it is over,
and you are gone. And a part of me is broken.
I know that when the memory on my phone comes up,
that this will be one of the moments that hard. One of the moments where I wanted to step into that memory,
grab their hand, smile, and say:
Please stay.

Let us lay here in our joy and laughter.
Let us enjoy one another’s presences.
Let me play with your hair as you tell me about anything.
Or you can play with mine.
Let us fall comfortably into silents and sleep.
Let us stay,
But we can’t.

You have gone and left me.
And I wake with that moment I knew I would miss when you left.
I understand that everything is temporary,
and I need to learn that and live in the moments
Have forever in a photo, a memory, a moment
But I hate that the only forever I get is mourning of you.
The mourning of us.
Mourning another forever and future that isn’t going to happen,
Writing another goodbye that I never thought I would have to say,
And leaving when I just wanted to stay.