Just for once,
I want to grab the moment by the hand.
Walk around in moonlight together,
Tango to the tempo of our desires.
The night passing in nostalgic murmurs,
As we repeatedly reminisce about the time we met.
Like a broken unreleased record,
Each second recounted in vivid detail.
We would be the perfect couple,
Never fighting,
Just pure obsession,
Time standing still.
I would never threaten to leave in haste,
The moment would be married,
To me alone, mine forever.
But the moment has passed,
Leaving me wanting more.
Time the catalyst for mindful divorce.
I will remember the moment in pieces,
Let it ferment in my mind.
I knew the moment would elapse,
All moments do,
But I still want to grab that hand.
About the Creator
Meg
I'm here to explore the depth of human experience and to stop procrastinating my passion.
Inshallah
Istanbul is a city bristling with life, a place where past and present, sacred and profane, intertwine under the watchful gaze of the Sultan Ahmet Mosque. As I explore this crossroads of cultures with Maya, my nine-year-old niece and the daughter of my late brother-in-law Frank, and my wife Nadia, Frank's sister, I find myself on a journey not just through Istanbul's history, but also into the depths of my own beliefs. Staying with Maya and her mother Elvan, my sister-in-law, I begin to see the city anew through their eyes, and to understand why James Baldwin said it "revived" him.
By Geoffrey Philp a day ago in Wander
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