As I think about my happiest moment,
surely I have many.
But laying here alone, my thoughts ascend to you,
laying with both your arms around me,
lips brushing against my face.
I can go back to those moments —
those many nights,
and feel your warmth against my cold.
Hear your fast breath against my slow.
I find your hand in the darkness
and intertwine with the fingers of an angel
who has made me small and delicate
in a life of being anything but…
With your nose pressed intently against my own,
we speak in whispers about our worlds far from here.
We dream the dreams that scare our fears away
long enough to be spoken.
Somewhere along this road, I made a space for you
inside my softly beating heart.
I never invited you — and yet an invitation
is all I’ve given from the start.
Words I never dreamt of saying, have been said
with no regret.
And that had been my fear.
You asked to stay a little while longer
and how could I not let the person I so love,
lay with me for just a moment more?
Everything is changing — I suppose it has been —
but suddenly I am so aware.
Nothing will be the same as my last moment
laying there with you.
But surely it will be more.