He holds me as if he knows that soon I’ll be leaving
as if the love between us is a beautiful and fragile thing
as if there’ll never be enough time in the world to share together
as if the dreams he’s dreaming and wishes he’s making will evaporate
the minute I get out of his bed-
so he kisses me like we don’t have forever
and looks at me with eternity in his eyes.
A.P. Bastian 