Like the First Day

Everyday is like the first with you

You cling tight to my arm, our feet marching over the pavement in time, and my heart leaps, accelerating into a thumping, faltering rhythm.

You rush forward, an idea on your lips, your eyes glowing with life and joy, and my heart skips, never to be still again when you're not with me.

You hold me tight, tight, tighter, and everything just dissolves away, your warmth joining with mine.

I wish these first days were my days, for always

Holding your hand for the first time, your fingers weave between mine, that time in the cold on the bench lasting forever, your warmth in my hand, a pledge of something, a tiny shell of warmth in a desert of cold

Gazing up into the stars, your head on my shoulder. Seeing the sky above, the way the lights of years ago carve slices through the darkness, seeking each other's light. Your head slides onto my shoulder. For the first time.

That first kiss, your world blending into mine, a roiling tidal wave of sensations and emotions and adrenaline and something else deeper pumping through my veins, through my whole being, pulling me closer to you, closer, closer. How much closer can I become?

I often wish a moment would last forever

Then I remember these are but the first days

Not the last days

And the smile sneaks back onto my face, and I am full of joy once more,

Like the first day