silk trout
The Time-Turner
If only I held that glimmering glass,
the one Hermione once wore in class,
I’d turn the hours back in line,
to when your heartbeat echoed mine.
The distance and the time between us,
an ocean the world couldn’t hide,
two and a half hours of shadowed sky,
I stayed awake while you met the sunrise.
Oh, baby, I am a wreck when I’m without you,
I need you here to stay,
I broke all my nights just to talk to you,
while you texted on the way—
was it something I said that made you stray?
And if I could take it all back,
I swear I would pull you from the tide’s attack.
Time is an arrow, cruel in flight,
it never bends, it never waits,
I would die to freeze that night
when the world was still drowned in paints.
And Itachi was right:
Time doesn’t heal anything,
it just teaches us how to live with pain.
Oh, baby, I am a wreck when I’m without you,
I still dream you’d choose to stay,
I gave up my sleep just to wait for you,
through the silence and the gray—
was it destiny’s hand that pulled you away?
And if I could take it all back,
I swear I would pull you from the tide’s attack.
Each second a wound, each hour a flame,
I whisper your name through the ache,
longing for the turner I’ll never hold,
to bring back the colors we made.
If only I held that glimmering glass,
I’d turn the world back to us.
sterile surge