I'm wearing your jacket to bed tonight
and I will get too hot,
I know this.
I just cannot take it off
even if it doesn't smell like you.
I want to be romantic,
I want to be romantic with you.
I want to lay in bed and have my ceiling
open up to stars,
float on a magic carpet to Niagara falls,
share a bottle of wine
while shivering in the mist
warming up to your touch,
your taste,
the small of your back against my lips.
One day we will be old together
and I will lean over and kiss your shoulder
because love knows no age
and we won't be old but young
as we fade away.
The song is ending on the radio,
and how we will imitate the lovers before us
in our return to nothingness.
It meant something, I hope,
that is what I'll think when we fade away.