More Time

*After You Left Me* I realized that my biggest mistake wasn't losing you , it was assuming we had forever to say what mattered. I look back at all those mundane afternoons and quiet evenings we spent together, and I’m struck by how much we took for granted. We spent our hours acting as if the clock was standing still, as if our supply of tomorrows was infinite. Now, in the ambient stillness of this life, I find myself bargaining with the silence. I don't ask for a different ending, and I don't ask for you to stay forever. I just find myself wishing for a little *More Time* . Just five minutes to sit in the same room. A few more seconds to memorize the way the light hit your face before everything went dark. I’m learning that the tragedy of loss isn't just the absence; it's the sudden realization that the sand has run out, and you weren't finished talking. I’m moving forward, but I’ll always be the person who is just one moment short of being whole..... --- *More Time*