I wish to tell the world we made it.
But you and I were a dream short-lived.
If that was the only lifetime we have, I would spread all the love I have of you too thickly until I cover all the vast spaces between then and now.
If that was the only lifetime we have, I would hide in the sunset and and squeeze myself in the last minute before we parted ways.
If that was the only lifetime we have, I would scatter pieces of me in the night sky, in the silence, and in the long ride home so I could stay and live a bit longer in this only lifetime we'll ever share.
You were a good dream, the kind that appears one night in a thousand years.
I would live in it if I could.
But we were meant to live a thousand other nights more.
I can only hope of a lifetime where we try a little harder; where I could be right for you and you could be better for me.
Until then, you will always be my good dream.
