i can feel our string eradicating 

its fading away the way my need to keep tabs on you is

i’ve made peace with my inability to picture you with hatred 

i’ll stand and wave— ten feet away from you

between us; we’ll let the phantoms of us dance

in a space where time does not exist

thus, we didn’t burn into ashes

our snow glow wont run out of battery

we’ll look back with no feelings of wanting it back

because what’s once ours will always be

we’ll look back, reminding ourselves that we were once that young and that in love

a love you can only hope our children—with other people— could experience 

we weren’t meant to be

but those memories were bound to be made

we were meant to meet 

and to then crash and burn