i can see shadows cast by your frame,|
like streetlights were your eyes set below a brunette sky,
in the evening's cooling presence,
that wraps itself around my mouth and nose,
then into my lungs as i breathe your name,
knowing that soon means soon.
ironic, though, how it seems so long,
but we still live like it's tomorrow-
like Christ is coming back in the morning,
and He may,
and yet like we have,
one hundred more years,
just to say 'i love you.'
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