We have only this moment
in time and space;
another may not come for months, or years;
and never, this one embrace.
This warmth of us together,
we may not feel again;
brush of hand or sleeve or fingertip,
your lips against my skin.
I may never hold you again
pressed against my heart
or linger with this brilliance
this depth, your eyes’ a bright and lovely spark.
Will I remember how your smile
creases your nose
when I see you again?
Will you be distracted, distanced, travel worn?
I will be
Still, we have this moment.