Almost

By Asra Mazhar 

 

Little hopes, by design

Only ever multiply.

 

Not immune, not you, not I

Enchanted by the pleasure of calling you “mine”.

 

Little moments, stolen from Time.

Innocence – in the way you held my eye.

 

Not immune, to premature goodbyes.

Ever doomed, in “mine” and “thine”.

 

Save my laugh, my scent, in case you ever miss –

Save your prayers, your hopes, for one last kiss.

 

 

Asra’s Bio: 

I’m a double major in English and Human Resources Management with a passion for poetry.