I am sitting in her bed
Her fingers tangled in my hair
She sighs softly as she sleeps
The world has gone dark outside
Streetlights the only illumination
Through the crack in her blinds
I watch
Shadows of memories play quietly
Her body stirs against mine
My eyelids threaten to close
I am afraid,
If I close my eyes now
When will I ever open them again?
Will this be my last memory?
Her ******* rising and falling
Against my bare skin?
Will that be a good one to carry along
As I move on to whatever is next?
Why am I so worried about this
I am not old enough to die suddenly
So why am I so afraid
That falling asleep will be
The very last thing I do.