Snowflakes build on your eye lids, as we stare at one another. My thumb slowly settles along your cheek, hand behind your ear. I can feel your heart racing from your neck, as you

You nervously bite your lip. Your head tilts in as the moon creeps out from the cloud cover. Illuminating the tree line in the distance and casting our shadow on the pavement. We were a splash of paint on a endless canvas, but in that moment we were one. It wasn't long, but it will last forever in my thoughts. I'll still feel you when I'm 80 years old. Time may take my name but It will never take yours.