Souvenier
if i knew we had an expiry date, i would have done a lot of things differently. the hugs i used to give you would've been longer. the nights we spent under the stars, i would've counted the stars, and added you as a plus one, just to see you be so overwhelmed, it would make my world stop. the late night conversations would've been different, because i wouldn't let you go to bed, just to hear you sync your breaths over the phone, a little longer. all the times i couldn't be with you, because i was "too busy" or "too sleepy" or "too angry" at you, i wouldn't have been any of those things in the first place - if i knew our days were fixed. if i knew that the last time i heard you laugh would be the last time, i would have found a way to keep it in the shoebox of things that i have in my mind. if i knew that we had an expiry date, i would've asked you for a piece of your heart to keep with me as a souvenir, and would've given