One Hundred and Forty Eight

Right around

here. now.

is when I start thinking I should've just stayed.
I should've just

stayed there.

One way or another, instead of the rest of this life, I want to just stay there, lying on an unparallel couch in an empty apartment between raves and angry washing machines, with a discarded watch and switched off phone, with my cares in my bag and my bangs in your hand. I should've just stayed there. I would like to have remained there in an almost perfect moment of halted time and delayed concerns.

I'll keep it, though. I'll keep it with me.
Feel it;
feel your fingers, hear your breaths,
on a loop.

I'll keep it safe.
I'll protect it.