wham! listen to that man laugh

How much life can you fit into two months time? How many late night conversations about anything/everything talk until we’re breathless eyes flashing with comprehension cheeks aching from smiling chests filling with elation kind of moments can you pack into such a small box? We talk and we know and we see and we sleep with my head on your chest your head on mine now our bodies know one another and I’ll never forget that first night you came up from behind me and kissed my shoulder that way and now our smells have intertwined so I smell like yours and you smell like mine. You make me laugh and I lovelovelove to hear you play especially when your voice does that Tom Waits thing and I can’t sit still when you look at me with those warm liquid brown-green-blue eyes that look just like mine which inexplicably start to leak when you play that song I hated until I heard it in your very certain style. We travel and marvel and dream so many of the same dreams. I want you by my side but in a week’s time I’ll drive you away easteasteast to the other side of the country and we’ll camp explore count stars and make love and beautiful food. I’ll see your new life and help you set up your bed and I will keep these eyes dry until we turn and walk in opposite directions, you to the next chapter and skyscrapers and sidewalks and me to my plane home back to mountains and trees and a pattern that I never knew was greyscale until I met you. I’ll stop smoking your cigarettes and spending all my money, get sleep every night and run every day and everything will go back to the way it was two months before except me. You hit me like a truck but knowing you has kept me so much more alive I don’t know if I’ll meet you again and these are things I can’t let you see but nothing, nothing, nothing is the same after you.