it’s complicated—
the way you convert old film reel into digital,
you’re pressed into my side
and i wish i could rewind time
to watch you in hazy analogue
it’s complicated
when i look at
your smile in old photographs,
wishing the colors were more
saturated
love is a fickle thing
where i’m dawn and you’re dusk
and i want to hold your hand at noon,
so the day is split evenly
between us
but you are worth every second
that i lose,
every stolen moment,
every day that
passes into night
even if tomorrow
is the end of time,
my time with you
will never be less
precious.