I'm having flashbacks,
filling in moments that I'm lacking now.
I can not run fast enough to catch them
I stop myself in doorways
and on steps,
leaning backward to moments
I feel so far away from now.
They were small then,
I did not realize that I would feel this way.
I want to stay up and talk to you tonight,
about how I feel that I've had opportunity for great love and
Those grey glimpses are what will let me know
that I have found it when I finally do.
The thing about these flashbacks,
is that they make me look forward
to what is next.
Now if what is next could only hurry up...