We could never be

We never would have worked
It’s foolish to even entertain the idea

and yet —
here I sit, late at night
full of wonder,
a bit of lust

Often, I am just sad
revisiting our final moments together

The Grecian urn in my head
offers immortality
We are forever trapped in those
painful moments

Frozen in time
I, staring at anything but you
And you, ignoring everything but me