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
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.