You always say after. As if the time was yours, as if life was going to turn the corner and wait for you with open arms. But the tea gets cold. And you know it.
You've seen it so many times:
the steam that goes away,
the taste that turns sad,
the cup you end up drinking alone
because it's not for sharing anymore.
The words you didn't say
they stay inside,
makin noise at night.
And one day they weigh so much
that you can no longer get up with the same lightness.
That person you promised to call...
maybe he already learned to live without your voice.
That hug you left for another day...
maybe he doesn't have the same arms anymore.
That dream you kept in a drawer...
the dust doesn't let him breathe.
And life, in the meantime,
makes no noise when he leaves.
Don't warn.
He does not ask for permission.
One day you look in the mirror
and there's a stranger.
You don't know when it came.
But your eyes are tired,
your smile kept,
and a silent question:
And now?
Regret does not scream.
Coming along slowly,
I sit next to you at night,
and just says :
"You could. But you left it for later. "
It hurts more than that.
Not because I couldn't,
but because I didn't want to in time.
So please,
stop saying later.
He is now leaving
as you read this.
Call.
Embrace.
Say "I love you" like it's the last time.
Do it with fear,
with doubt,
with hands shaking.
But do it.
Because life is not eternal,
but the chances
they are even shorter.
And in the end...
the now is the only one
that was always yours.
the steam that goes away,
the taste that turns sad,
the cup you end up drinking alone
because it's not for sharing anymore.
The words you didn't say
they stay inside,
makin noise at night.
And one day they weigh so much
that you can no longer get up with the same lightness.
That person you promised to call...
maybe he already learned to live without your voice.
That hug you left for another day...
maybe he doesn't have the same arms anymore.
That dream you kept in a drawer...
the dust doesn't let him breathe.
And life, in the meantime,
makes no noise when he leaves.
Don't warn.
He does not ask for permission.
One day you look in the mirror
and there's a stranger.
You don't know when it came.
But your eyes are tired,
your smile kept,
and a silent question:
And now?
Regret does not scream.
Coming along slowly,
I sit next to you at night,
and just says :
"You could. But you left it for later. "
It hurts more than that.
Not because I couldn't,
but because I didn't want to in time.
So please,
stop saying later.
He is now leaving
as you read this.
Call.
Embrace.
Say "I love you" like it's the last time.
Do it with fear,
with doubt,
with hands shaking.
But do it.
Because life is not eternal,
but the chances
they are even shorter.
And in the end...
the now is the only one
that was always yours.
