Three things you’d bring to a remote island

I want to go back to when the pebbles hurt my feet
back to where the cold breeze froze my knees
I want to go there, where bruises meant nice memories
when falling only meant an exciting thing.

Maybe this is the closest I’ll ever get
to having you
to you being completely mine
Maybe my real “forever” is your memory
and every supercut I keep playing over and over and over in my mind every moonlit night
Maybe after all I haven’t completely let you free
because I stole this little treasured piece of you
a tiny one I’m sure you’d only notice on glimpses of mirrors or if by some chance you stare long enough at the crashing waves of a deep blue colored sea

Maybe I’ve been lying to everyone about how selfless my love for you has been
because in the end I’m still keeping you here
in my brain and in my veins and sometimes on the shape of the sheets that cover the beds I sleep in.

Maybe this is exactly what happens on a happy ending
to be present and alive and a witness to time which flies by
The nurturing, calm certainty that we can go on
and it’s only up to us to respect the truce we’ve done.

But despite it all, my feet kept scars
my hair has grown and I lose at games with cards
I keep dancing under rain and stain myself with dirt
keep reminding myself I can sprout and bloom and burst

So from time to time when a mirror waves back
i can’t help the confusion, it takes a second to react
Did we run out of time while i had so much left to spare?
Maybe they can receive all the love I couldn’t give to you back then