What will become of us?

This question lies beneath the palms

Of lovers Losing

the battle to Time.

A question that lurks at the bottom of their stomachs,

along with confessions like,

I’m afraid of losing you.

Instead of surfacing these words

In painful Utterances,

they hold tighter to the surface of the other’s skin

Perhaps making an dent

Perhaps permanently.

Instead, one says to the other,

in an effort to transcend Time,

“I will always love you.”

A momentary breath of relief

washes over them, as they take comfort in this

world of Always.

A world where their love lives on

Where neither must fall in love again

Where there is no letting go.

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