I wish there was more time in a day,
more time to fill with wonder and adventure
and imagination. More time to spend
devouring literature and dreaming of
worlds beyond here. More time to stay
up numbering the stars and running our
fingertips across Cassiopeia and Orion
and whispering prayers to a God we can’t
see. More time to spend memorizing
the exact color of your eyes in the
autumn sunlight, more time to feel your nails
scraping against the arch of my back as
you press me against you. More time to absorb
every moment, every second, every minuscule
drop of vibrant, glowing life. To keep it. To hold
onto it. To be infinite in a moment and to
be young and full of life and happiness, forever.
