We are prisoners of time,

permanent misfits under the setting sun,

Whisper me talks of yesterday as tomorrow as racing towards us

I have spent what feels like a lifetime living and breathing you

and I shudder to think of the day when I won’t be yours,

You were never mine,

so when I go, take only the best parts of me with you,

keep them in your back pocket,

hold them close and use them for warmth on cold autumn nights

when you can no longer fight the storm

know that I will be falling to the ground

losing sleep the way the trees lose their leaves,

I will remember the nights spent in your arms,

the taste of saltwater on my skin

I made your rib cage my home,

yet I could never bring myself to carve my name into your bones

I am helpless in the face of time,

at the threat of falling out of love

so tell me, love

how can I belong to something, wild beyond belief

that tomorrow will disapear?