Never Alone

In the dark, cold comfort of silky sheets my eyes glance at the dull shadows on the ceiling, and I
think about what it means to be alive, to feel. What does it mean to know that this won't last forever? Why does my mind question the things I'll have plenty of time for, before it's time? You, laying silently beside me, coax me to sink into your breathing and to become one with the pattern of air that rises your chest and flares your nostrils. Our fingers entwine, and I wonder once more what it will be like. When we've both faded into the green mossy earth, and our bones are left tangled together in a cool blanket of brownness, will we wonder together or wander, down familiar roads, in old dwellings, or in new places we cannot yet see? I know that if your chest and mine are designed to harmonize this perfectly, not a speckle of dust or a freckle of skin can split the song that drums within us.