not yet

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i don’t want this to end—  
not the night, not this feeling,  
not the way time just moves, no matter how  
i try to hold it in place. can’t you feel it, too?  
that slight pull, like things are slipping past,  
even as we sit here, even as we try to stay?

i’d keep it all here if i could—  
stretch out these seconds, make them stay  
a little longer, hold back the way  
everything seems to drift toward closing.  

there’s a quiet letting go that happens,  
and i wish it didn’t have to.  
i’d take the days slow if i knew how,  
keep every goodbye at a distance, just  
long enough to feel like it’s still here.  

maybe that’s all i want—  
to live right here, where nothing’s ended,  
where it’s all still waiting to begin,  
just on the edge, but not yet.