Someday we will bones.
Maybe tomorrow,
maybe yesterday. But
eventually, we will
rot.
Until then, love me.
And I will try to love you.
We will try to unfold our
broken, tattered pieces
together.
Someday we will be epitaphs
known only
by words. I hope they are
good ones. Eventually, we will
shrink.
Until then, love me.
And I will try to love you.
I will try to expose my
soft underbelly, pale as hidden
love.
Someday we will be memories,
vague and
fogged, replaying like an old
movie. We will live only in
minds.
Until then, love me.
And I will try to love you.
With everything inside me,
I promise I will
try.
