Forever January

I look at the lovers across the room and I can’t help but feel envious of their affections towards one another. I wish that were you and me caressing one another, holding hands, gazing into the other’s face with eyes full of love and wistfulness.

That could have been us. That could have been you and me, together. But we were just too much like luna moths — all we had was one night. One beautiful, sacred night to flap our wings and dance together before the sun rose to our demise.

And still … I haven’t heard your voice in so long. And I find myself wishing mournfully that would have been us …