Time that Lasts Forever

All those slow times, those times when it seems moments hang there between us as if suspended. As if the next touch of finger on bare skin, or kiss against flesh could last forever and we could fall together down towards some place where all our tender moments would go on forever.

Time, though, never waited for us. Those moments were gone so fast, even as they seemingly lasted forever. Our time was over and the world pulled us back, apart, away from each other. It turned us out onto the dark rain-soaked streets to walk away, back to lives that seemed suddenly so empty of everything.

I watched you walking away. Already wanting you to turn again, run back to me, so I could take you back to that anonymous room where our time waited for us, ready to take us in its arms.

You never turned back though.

You said, some other time when we lay together in that room, that you did not want to look back, could not look back, because if you saw me there, you'd want to come running back and never leave.

Now, though, these days when I live so far away, lost inside a new life in a new town, I wonder if you ever walk those streets. If you ever glance across at that doorway that led to the anonymous little room that became our world and wonder what happened to those times we wanted to last for ever.