From Poetry light
In the likely event that I don't get the
privilege of growing old with you,
if we don't get that chance.
If the universe conspires against us
and oceans stand in our way.
If the fates betray us and our story fades.
I will settle for
one minute,
a few moments,
a fleeting second,
just to know
you have lived.
~mia hollow
(Side note: the term/phrase "likely event" is haunting)
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