It is too late to turn back time, while the minutes in dizzying flight claim oblivion. But the history of every being has more time in yesterday, and that yesterday names you in every thought and in every secret tear that rushes into the void, the work of a memory that does not leave my thoughts in peace.
Too late, too late to go back and heal what foretold an end. Although in my existence will remain alive the decision to fight the ungrateful need to forget.
I would like to stop the clock, to freeze these instants in order to relive each shared moment. But time continues its relentless course, leaving behind shreds of a past that refuses to die.
In every sigh, in every beat of my heart, your name resounds, evoking the warmth of your gaze, the touch of your skin. These memories cling to me, refusing to be banished, for they represent the very essence of what we were.
I will fight tooth and nail against oblivion, for in it I will lose the last connection that binds me to you. I would rather keep this pain that tears me apart, than give up the ephemeral bliss that once united us. Because in memory lies the hope of meeting again, beyond time and distance.
