Aktualisiert: 3. Apr.
I wish I had a memory jar;
a jar for every laugh we shared;
a red dotted lid I could open to smell our adventures and to feel your warm hands one more time.
I wish I had preserved our time before it had disappeared into the air.
I wish I had known that we weren’t meant to last and that I would not get the chance to listen to your voice forever
...not even from a memory jar.