If an hourglass could be provided
Every time a soul comes by,
I would put another spoon of sand
Inside of it or maybe I'll make each time
Worthy of remembrance.
If a time machine exists,
I might stop by every door of theirs
Introducing me to different phases of love
And will produce more good remembrance.
I will go to the time I met them
Giving them warmth of a heart
So that we could not destroy each other.
Especially, I would go back to the time
I opened the door for him
At 1am, witnessing his smile
As we rush into our mini office.
How he hid behind its door
So that my mom wouldn't see him.
How I rushed to the other house
To assure her that I was busy doing my projects
And when I came back to him
He gave me warm hugs
Enough to make me feel safe
And watched me while I was closing my eyes,
How it made him feel like a man
Knowing that he could protect
Someone like me.
How his kisses made feel giddy with delight
And comfortable at the same time
For the first time in my life.
And if time machine exists,
I would dare not to extend my hours from there
And left him, least it was a good memory after all.
Nevertheless, it brought me something that fits
The puzzle to my being.
Or if an hourglass could be provided
Everytime a soul comes by,
I would put another spoon of sand
From it to the moon so that it could
Be added there for me to write their names on it.
But I know that an hourglass makes no difference but just a time measurement and still I am glad these bittersweet things happened because I found my identity.
