Dear Time,

Please save every moment he has for me.
For I, have been and will be, having him in my moments.

I collect each tick of time we share like a child does his marbles.
Drop them into the drawer of my memories, and occasionally,
they will glisten under the sun. I think of him, so much,
I wonder if you see his smile behind mine, his eyes
reflected on mine, his fingerprints
under the sheer layer of my skin.

He is everywhere I go, at every place I remember.
The way we sat
with my head on his shoulder, his voice
whispering to my ears, "We should go
back to our place." And before the city disappeared into
the night, we'd already gone.

The days of snow, when he asked,
"Want to see this from a different angle?", and we went
up and up against the winds
blowing against us, and the snow
leaving tiny sparkles on my coat, my face.
The only other human presence
was his. My body was trembling as much as
my heart, then we got to the mountaintop,
and the world we knew was gone.

For beauty of nature and the strong bond
between two souls, at that very moment,
devoured us whole,
and we had no choice
but to fall silent and watch
the sun rise, with his hand
on mine.