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Let’s Induce Up For Lost Time

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Maybe we havent had the privilege of knowing one another all our lives. Perhaps our worlds ran parallel, dreamings and jobs and homes on opposite ends of the earth. Maybe weve fallen for other lovers, or lived wildly, in chase of populations and places and notions we had spinning in our minds since we were children. Maybe we werent quite sure where we were headed, just walking forward, hoping wed somehow figure it out as we go. Perhaps weve lost so many years, so many moments, so many minutes well never get back.

But baby, lets make up for lost hour .

Lets trace back through the alleys and roads, the gravel tracks where we wore holes in our shoes. Lets run through the woodlands and cities, reaching our palms to the sky. Lets dance under the illumination of a midnight moon, telling narratives of the places weve been, the worlds weve lived without one another.

And instead of wishing for what we could have been, lets celebrate what we are.

Take my hand and guide me through your past. Prove me the parks and playgrounds of your childhood, the hallways of the high school where you had your very first kiss. Spin me down the sidewalk in front of your teenage house; remind me of the son you used to be, still learning to become a man.

Erase the distance and space between us and fill me with a picture of you .

And Ill do the same.

Ill play you my favorite songs, tell you where and who I was when I first heard them. Ill take you to the top of the hill with the ocean position, to the birch tree in front of my parents home where I first climbed and started to write. Ill bring you to my favorite little restaurant by the city with the deep dish pizza they cook in bowl, so deliciously melted you cant assistance but lick your fingers.

When you close your eyes, Ill share every tale youve missed out on. Ill relive the moments that you couldnt be there for, and well experience them over again. Together this time .

Lets make up for lost time. Stop wishing for what we could have been, what we should have done, but hold one anothers hands until we fall asleep, kiss until our lips are raw, hug until we cant breathe and are forced to let go and rest our heads side-by-side, watching the clouds float lazily above us.

Lets dance until our feet hurt, committee aircrafts and trains and attain our own memories. Lets meet each other friends and family, listen as they fill the holes from the years that have passed. Lets explore. Lets dreaming. Lets carve spaces in our hearts for each other, replacing every bit of emptiness with warmth and gentleness and passion.

Lets love one another so well, the past doesnt matter so much anymore.

See, we could expend our entire lives looking back, thinking with regret at all the times we werent there, didnt love, werent enough. We can cry over the broken hearts, the dead-end relationships, the moments of hopelessnes that we couldnt lift one another out of.

Or we could learn, and let go. Discover all that we can and then watch it fade in the rear view as we drive down a new road, filled with promise and hope.

Lets love one another wildly, loudly, fully, fearlessly , not wasting a single minute this time .

Because this life is too damn short.
And I cant bear to lose out on another moment with you.


Marisa Donnelly is a poet and writer of the book,, available here.

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