i wanted to stay in the same room with her
as long as possible
that we might breathe the same air,
and consume the dusty sunlight
that slanted through the south window
and across the broken wood floor.
i wanted to listen to her breathing
and synchronize my ins and outs with hers
and just live for a few moments
in a desperate silence
punctuated by cars in the distance
penetrating our stillness
through a small crack in the pane
that we might become one for a little while;
to stretch these seconds out till it seemed they might break
because eternity can be so short sometimes