I'm at the junction;
Come pick me up
and maybe we can go
for a few pancakes
with scoops of ice-cream
and plenty of strawberries
encased in chocolate sauce
as I hold your hands
and relive with you
the nights that were so alive
and the days that flew by too quickly
with the abundance of joy
that I could even give away
without feeling its loss.

I don't know
if you'll feel differently tonight
or if tomorrow you'll disappear,
but let me have today
when I can feel
your arm circle my waist
and I can walk with you
as you tell me a little more
leave a little less unanswered,
pass empty cafes
with the almost begging displays
and faces that fade into one
unrecognisable mass,
and I'll let you go
like today is forever.