Lay Me Down (a drabble)

"For all todays," she whispered.

She couldn't see me smile in the dark, but my hands pulled her near as hips rocked, joining us.

My lips rested against her ear; I answered with a ragged exhale.

Then I breathed her in.

She smelled beautiful, and felt so sweet. She sounded gorgeous; she looked like a poet's hymn.

We harmonized wonderfully. Ours was an ageless song, yet, youth recited it best.

She and I, a perfect chorus.

Until we forgot the words.

"For all todays," I whispered.

Today was thirty years ago, and I no longer make promises she can't keep.