Temporary

You have a coy gleam in your eye
Boyish, with a hint of mischief
You look at me like you would
At a treasure map
Your fingers tracing my contours
Your breathing, steady, focused.
I look at you like an artist
Taking mental snapshots of the abstract,
Your neck, your collarbone,
The curve of your shoulder.
My mind is comfortably desolate
But feels almost ready at times
To cave in entirely.

Time goes by like a tide
Flowing in and filling up,
Then gliding quietly away
And I remember it like a series of polaroids;
Blurry, overexposed souvenirs
Of toothy grins and crows feet.
I am sitting on the edge of your bed,
Suspended in a vague fog of complacency.
We are so temporary,
You and I
And I know I should not care,
But I do.
Now you are around me,
Your face in my hair,
And I remember.
I do care,
I do.