There are certain names I can’t hear without my thoughts submerging themselves into moments long passed. The waters of memories tug and pull and I’m reminded that at one point, those moments were all of me. The name would marry itself to my lips, the roll of syllables would be tender as they fell, and instead of drowning, I would float.
"The gods envy us. They envy us because we’re mortal, because any moment may be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again."