When I hear you
talk about
"forever,"
it makes me
wonder
if the big, wide world
could ever compare
to this tiny room
or me and you.

You
make me want
to be
infinite

--even if infinity
looks like Tuesday nights
and lukewarm beer
singing drunken carols
while planning for all
our projects in one go--

If I could
live forever
in this small monotony,
I suppose
there are worse
ways to never
die.