Imani A.
2 min readApr 24, 2019

Photo by Rémi Walle on Unsplash

Baby,

Do you think I can have one more kiss,

I’ll find closure in your lips, then I’ll go.

Maybe also, one more breakfast and one more lunch, and one more dinner;

I’ll be full and happy, and we can part.

But in between meals, maybe we can lie in bed one more time,

One more prolonged moment where time suspends indefinitely as I rest my head on your chest.

Photo by Dimitar Belchev on Unsplash

My hope is that if we add up the “one more’s,” they’ll equal a lifetime and I’ll never have to get to the part where I let you go.

But that’s not real, is it.

There are no more “one mores”,

I met you when everything was new and exciting,

And the possibilities of the world seemed endless;

And they still are.

For you, for me; but not for us.

Somewhere between then and now, here and there,

I guess we didn’t just grow apart, we grew up.

When something breaks, if the pieces are large enough, you can fix it,

Unfortunately, some things don’t break, they shatter.

But when you let the light in, shattered glass will glitter,

And in those moments, when the pieces that were catch the sun,

I’ll remember just how beautiful it was,

Just how beautiful it’ll always be.

Because it was us.

And we were magic.

Forever.

Adapted from Someone Great.

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Imani A.
Imani A.

Written by Imani A.

Between research projects on sustainable socioeconomic development that interface business, policy and innovation, I have some classic millennial rants on here.

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Gotta love the curve and the ending.

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