𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖑

one day i’ll grow older than you ever were

one day i’ll get married and you won’t be there

one day i’ll move into my first house

and you won’t have a room in it

one day i’ll forget your name 

and won’t notice it’s gone

one day i’ll see you in pictures 

and remember 

but only briefly 

what it was like before

before,

it sounds like a far away land that i can only go to when i’m dreaming  

before, 

the symphonic premonition of after

that i am continuously reaching towards

before,

that place i wish i was able to go to as each day stretches me further 

before, 

where i am damned not to go. 

i hope that i am able to exist in a world where the now is brighter than the before ever was.