Moments that are yours,
fragile and special.
They’re crushed in my clumsy hands, and
rot as I peer into them.
I warp myself into the memory you
so deeply cherish.
my stomach revolts at the emptiness of butterflies,
Long gone since there is no more moment for me
to latch onto.
My eyes dry, fingers feel frankly sturdy
and there is nothing.
No passion and warmth.
The moment is yours, and
My moment never was.