Cosmic

»somewhere« by anatol knotek

Adélia Prado, from “Denouement”; translated by Ellen Dori Watson

There is nothing I wouldn't try to take back all bad. The pain. To go to that moment where I could have made it better. Changed the circumstances. Made better choices. To be in your presence once again. Laughing. Arguing. Silently watching life go on as you told your stories. Shared what you watched online.

All of the things that made you smile.

God, to have known then what I know now. I would ask to have those moments last longer instead of only memories frozen in time.

All I have, now, is this heartache as time flows constantly onward like a river that drowns me in this misery of you not in my life.