Can we just stop and breathe
knowing that somewhere someday this will be just a fragile memory.

Can we just kiss,
So that every moment we live in will be led blissfully,
Blissfully unaware that soon this touch will be oceans away.

When I was dispensing emotions and tendrils of sadness that I couldn't even fathom.
My ferocity of denial was held in solitude,
until you spoke to me, quietly, I was suddenly trusting.

You took me by storm, an unexpected but truly authentic memory.

Your laugh, the softness of hair that gleams in light,
that face you make when you know you're guilty.
Even the shared passion for living momentarily, and eating chocolate that will melt slowly just how you melt into me.
A moment that is slowly passing, that will be tucked away into a long forgotten embodiment of the time to be.

So let's make a memory.
Of my fingernails digging into your back at the moment of utter rapture, of release, of love.

Of laughter erupting that time my father questioned your authenticity...
The walks in the park that seemed to permeate life forever.
The quick kisses, the passing touches, the silent stroking of hair and then the prickling of skin with anticipation.
These will be memories.

These words fleeting because they can never encompass a memory.

Because I'll be there for you,
When the rain starts to fall,
I'll be there for you,
Because I've been there before,
I'll be there for you,
Because you're there for me too.

Let's take this, let's use this, let's make a memory.
That is all we need, because soon this will be just that,
A memory.