because age is just another word for weary and you're never going to get tired of this pocket-to-palm life we've built out of everyday knick knacks and the daily delivery of baby's breath from your lips to mine.
Tell me I'll never be alone
because empty air on our bed isn't wasted. It's just waiting, spaces unfolding like pressed lungs in the dark-- like the way I've memorized your nape the side glanced so often that I know it more than your face.
Tell me things will never change
because change means progression and we've got perfection tucked away inside the spaces between us where the lights are so bright that cataracts can't keep you from me.