That is the letter your name starts with
It's also the letter of the word I use
to remind myself
That they can not know
They must never know
Because you are too old, for me
And I am too young for you
With your easy smile and delicate hands
Your terrible humor and your caring ways
Whenever I'm with you I forget about the numbers
I forget how you were alive for so many years
Before I was even born
But still, I want to wallow in your smile, I want to bathe in it and recieve your praise, forever
I want to bottle your awkward humor and carry it with me throughout the day
Loosening the lid only at the worst of times, when I really need it, because it's rare and I need it to last.
Why is it that whenever we're laughing I forget about the number?
There's too many numbers
Height, weight, number of friends, number of attempts, number of kids, number of divorces
You once asked me what forever looked like.
That to me is undefinable in so many ways, but can be seen in our future together.
The moments of happiness we'd share?
That is forever
But I'm not asking for a number
I'm not asking for years
The promise of time, that's another thing I'm more than willing to overlook
If I can look past that number and so many others.
Why can't everyone look past them for me too?