you fought for me as if tomorrow had already been promised

Maybe I feel hollow
because I left so much of me
in the things I thought I loved,
in you.
And I don't know how to fill these empty spaces
because where light and warmth once occupied
the parts of me that needed you,
now feel dark and lonely
and incomplete.

Lying in your room we stop time.
Any other time and place we are left sinking through seconds toward our fate but we float late nights in your room trapped in the amber.

 The fluid and constant second hand clicking away our time together on your wrist, is silenced by our breathing.

And in the presence of each other, encompassed in the company, and engrossed in the solidarity that comes with being together, we don't allow the night to end.

But last night it did.

Our perfect night was finally penetrated by the tick, tick, ticking reality that so desperately sought to break in and rob us of our unwarranted and unrealistic happiness and sense of safety.

sweet late morning naps filled with dreams of boys and first and last kisses when every touch still means so much

For a little while I forget that you're forgetting me.

Whatever song it is that you need
reflects what you hide and you feel and you keep.
I hear it and I feel it when I hum along
to that melody, that tune, that tantalizing song.
I hold it close and keep it hidden away
because his lyrics are the words I am too afraid to say.
No matter what I say or do,
I will always be some kind of in love with you.