As I stand on the shoulders of time

As I stand
on the shoulders of time
and revisit my life
I remember there used to be magic in us

in the way I would think of
your fingers belonging interlaced in mine.
In the future we would together one day find
in all the place we  would travel
never alone and always together
in all those lazy Sundays of
    every week
    every month
    every season
when all we needed was
a meaningful kiss for a reason
to never get out of bed
to never let go of
each other again.

I am old and you are gone
and there is no more time
for us to live that life.

Madalina Coman