Wednesday, June 10, 2015

For G

I see the end approaching as surely as I see the dusk pale moon rising,

But for now,

Before the glimmers in our eyes turn into tears, before both our smiles break into quivers, before whispered sweet words become sobs, before the warmth in our hearts fade with time and new memories of tomorrow,

Just hold me like so, and let's not think of this sorrow.