a million times ago

a million times ago,
i looked to you and saw
my equal, the one who
would be a better half/
the only half that matters;
a million times ago,
i looked to you and breathed
in your smell, the one which
wakens me from rest of this world;
a million times ago,
i looked to you and skipped
forward to today, when
i don’t want to forget the
millionth time before.

to say i am afraid of losing
all memory is to say i am
but waiting to die; no, i am
in tears to wash out what
may keep me from seeing you
again;
you sober me and
intoxicate
my life with
joy, the
only feeling
to encompass all you are
to me, to the
rest of this world.

a million times ago
is replayed every day,
as i stare at you
while life carries us on
this crazy wave we never
saw coming, ’til we did;
a million times ago
is replayed every day,
as you look into me,
foot curved ’round foot,
and you
wrap me in your smile;
a million times ago,
i could have counted
forever in one hand,
yours,
and we would have been
right.

writing is learning to love yourself through every word, by loving those around you and understanding them, if even in your own head, so you can better appreciate where you are. writing is also being aware there is so much more than yourself to be loved, and knowing we all have the time to do just that.