These are the memories we will never make.
The toothless smiles that never came.
The promises we will never get to say
And the life that only ever existed in our minds.
This is the beginning of what comes next.
The tangled white pith of separating features,
Secretively hiding the true flavour of things to come,
Like the bubblegum at the bottom of the ice cream.
These are the memories we will never lose.
That will never be broken by disappointment,
Untouched by my expectation or your attitude,
Perfectly forged in the forgiving light of love
Cemented in loss. But as time goes by,
In 2009, we will always be having the time of our lives.