There Are Some Cold Days In Which

there are some cold days in which I wish
to be, for a while, who we once were,
in those days, which we would spend our time,
looking at the cracks in your wall,
and building plans out of grains of sand
wasting our time in your old noisy bed,
holding hands as the winter came...

but darling, time has no feeling
or anything that looks as a reason
it just has its infinite meanings
that we shape as it shapes us all

there are some days in which I wish
that i could have a couple of minutes,
to hold your hand again as i used to,
in a cold day in May as brown leaves came,
so i could offer you my sincere apologies
for the sins i unwillingly committed;
(to clean away my guilty of changing).

but darling, time has no reason
or anything that looks like a feeling,
it just acts according to its fair meanings
when it commits its own acts of treason.

there are some days in which I wish,
we both could become who we used to be,
there are some other days in which I wish,
who we were could as easily disappear,
just to live without leaving any trace left.