These brief few years when I am yours and you are mine. They are everything.
I was your first breath. Your first touch. Your first food. Your first cry. Your first hurt. Your first laugh. Your first fear. I was your first love.
I hope I have done right by you. I hope I have shown you trust. I hope you will know, when life hurts (it will), there is always mercy. I hope you will remember me then, somehow. The buried scent of my skin, the far off boom of my heart.
I’m glad I don’t have to break it to you now, how short our time is together. Our time like this, when you fall asleep with my hair against your face, when I’m the only one you want as the tears start to burn behind your eyes.
You wouldn’t understand now—all the many nights we will one day spend apart, you with your legs wrapped around a lover, then your own child.
No. Let’s keep it like this. Our bodies rising and falling in the big bed as the first snow of the season falls outside our window.
Let’s open the curtains and let in the harsh winter light. Let’s forget the future and live here now, as though you will never not be mine.
-Wendy Wisner
So True!!
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