“Feel my heart!”
Your voice echoes down the empty streets and my palm presses against your chest
A soft giggle escapes my lips and I’m off
Running as fast my feet will take me, my mind racing to the beat within your ribs

How long will you remember the rush this late night gives
Will your memory of me be as fleeting as this moment we are in?

I want my voice to be so loud, my words so important
That the stars remember the sound of my voice
Will the clouds of the morning hear the story of this night?
Or will its only record be carved in the space between us?

I’ll remember, will you?