There exists a longing in my heart
for a moment that once was.
though trying to wind back time is fruitless,
I still try to just because.
An ache that only seems to grow
with the forward march of time,
harkens back to September days
when I was yours and you were mine.
The future fans out wide before us,
a river’s mouth carved delta streams.
Where I get stuck trying to find the pearls,
a myriad of potential dreams.
I know dreaming is all that I can do,
for the time being and for now.
That longing stays just lodged in place
but I’m okay with that, somehow.