Alone,
legs tangled
our noses
almost touching.

We smile at each other
touching,
one last time

before every little
detail of us gets
snatched,
by someone else

the quilt beneath us
our heads touching,

we silently make our
last goodbyes,
before,

another year
makes us away
from each other.

Alone,
legs tangled
making magic,
the last time
ever.