And yet, we tell the story anyhow –
desperate to relive it,
anxious to feel alive,
wanting to reconnect the past with the present.
We can’t ever reach the same satisfaction,
in fact, as the words stumble from our lips,
it feels like betrayal,
and robs that moment of its magic.
So here is my advice:
should you ever come across such moment,
be strong and resist the temptation to share
what was meant for only you.
For I have squandered such magic foolishly too many times
and am now left mourning what is forever gone.