Until the Despair

But life has no use for such remorse and time dissolves those visions of doom, lightening sky prying entrance around drawn shades, enough light to show this: me on my back, you half on your side, your head resting on my chest, us both asleep but waking gradually to find ourselves together, safe at last. It is a moment no one can ever take from us. It is the only meaning offered by that night that will survive time's erosion.