From our eyes interlocking across the classroom,

because I always thought you were the perfect distraction

to

our fingers intertwining with each other,

since your hands always seemed to be warm,

you really were like the sun.

From laughing with you because of a little mistake in our words

to

having a key to the same front door.

From hugs and kisses every day

to

ignoring each other’s texts

And I realized too late that you were gone.

Maybe in another life, we could have done our taxes or danced together while waiting for the dough to rise.

And I knew that you were the right person. But I just wish I could control the clock—so maybe in another life, it could have been the right time too.

Farewell, my almost lover.