Leaving behind the fancy nights
And the moments soaked in the rain
Not thinking about the evening we could spend together
Not talking about the intimacy I desire to hear
All I had dreamt of
Is me
Lying next to you each morning
Naked, yet covered with the wrinkles of your skin
The day when neither I nor you could call my name
But just whisper close to feel the breath
All I want is to hold the hands ageing
Kiss the lips dry and chapped
Weak enough for that wild grasp
All I could wait for the dawns
When we had enough for each other
Enough love
Enough time
When our vision blurred
But I could only see you as mine