Walking towards the future, but Somehow time is still frozen. As we sit and we breath, our Pulses beating together. An otter and its pebble, holding on So tightly, Refusing to let the sea take it away.
But as we co-exist,
Our minds in different places yet still Somehow aligned. I realise that this moment we are in will only last for a second.
My fingers tracing the space between Your knuckles, Your warm breath fogging Up my neck, like a window In the cold. Running your lips over my shoulder, Kissing away the steam, that your Breath had left on my skin.
This moment may be Ending soon, But I will savour Every memory.