There will come a time when we cease to exist.
I'll almost remember that time when we almost did that thing;
I'll forget all the bad times; all the arguments,
"We never used to fight"
I'll say fondly when someone asks of you.
I'll only remember your touch and your smile,
2 a.m conversations that ended in 5 a.m sex.
Or should I say love making.......
Was it really though...love?
It must have been.
Why else don't I remember all the bad times, all the arguments?
I only think of your wit and your off-table humor.
It must have been!
Because I remember long walks after hours to your place in the dark-
Corridor lights flickering on and off-
Blinds wide open for the world to see our silhouettes entangled Just like our hearts,
Or maybe just mine...
What was his name again?
Every time I'll have to try just a little harder to think what it was,
Dive a little deeper just to resurface with a picture of your face.
There will come a time when we cease to exist,
And at that time I'll call you perfect.
