Now

Stumbling in back rooms

Breathing in the dark

Watching the stars light up the sky

Swearing I wouldn’t from the start.

Opening my palms

And seeing omens of my past

Hoping for your hand.

Your hand to simply grasp.

Not asking for eternity

Not forevers or until the ends.

I’m asking for the nows.

The present single tense.

I want the oxygen inside your lungs

Not the Cotwo you’ll breathe out.

I want the how we’re feelings

Not the how we felts.