I don’t want to think about it, but still I wonder if one day we won’t be an us anymore.
If all the memories we’re making are for nothing, if we will just be dust in the wind.
So I ask the clouds to remember.
Remember the way your hand fit in mine, the shape they made together unlike any other.
Remember the way your body fit against mine, your arms a home I never want to let go of.
Remember the color of your eyes, a clear spring with a little bit of mud at the bottom, because you can’t have beauty without darkness.
Remember the way you kissed me, how every touch of your lips to mine sent fireworks through my veins, blood bursting with sparks.
The way you looked at me when I cried, not with pity or shame, but with love, understanding, compassion.
The way we fell together, your fingers dancing on my leg, my arm, my stomach, the way you said my name, all the little things.
I would give up everything if it meant I could keep you here with me right now, but I know that if we are not meant to last, then we will not.
So I ask the sun, the moon, the stars, I ask them to hold these things for me.
I will not want to remember, but the sky will always hold the story we told, the pages in our book.