in a secluded office upstairs from an imperative rehearsal I should've been attending, with a book of readings I was beyond too far behind on abandoned on the floor. I had turned the lights off, and I listened to your breathing slow. I held you, so close, and you let me, let her hands travel around me, and you touched my bare back with your finger tips and whispered in my ear that you loved me.
And everything slowed, all of a sudden.
I opened my eyes, seemingly useless in the pitch black room, but I opened them and saw everything. Saw the future. Saw uncertainty and certainty all at once. This can't last. The perfection of us and this moment can't last. And regardless of where I will be, who I will become, what I will do, I will always be able to look back on today
on this period of my life
and know that this was real.
You tightened your grip on me
asked if I was alright.
Yes.
Yes, I am okay.
And everything slowed, all of a sudden.
I opened my eyes, seemingly useless in the pitch black room, but I opened them and saw everything. Saw the future. Saw uncertainty and certainty all at once. This can't last. The perfection of us and this moment can't last. And regardless of where I will be, who I will become, what I will do, I will always be able to look back on today
on this period of my life
and know that this was real.
You tightened your grip on me
asked if I was alright.
Yes.
Yes, I am okay.
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