Sixty-six years from now
Sometimes
I worry
that I’ll run out of ideas
or new ways
to tell you how I love you
to make love to you
I’ll run out of words to say
On that day
I’ll die
Keep us alive
Love yourself, first
as I loved you
dancing on hardwood floors
kitchens and bars
under rain-soaked stars
in the backseat of our cars
Those days
We lived
Life with you
made the difference
between darkest night
and the sunniest day
Shimmering constellations held
no beauty like the curves
of your infinite smile
Nothing will
Ever again.