When the sun hits your eyelashes. I know. When snowflakes become lodged in the ravines of your hair. I can see it. When your eyes sink and then swim up to meet me. my eyes rush out to meet them.

You've become the upbeats that all my downbeats were yearning for. And our adventures, the syncopation. We are a cadenza for this city to smile upon in subway cars and on sidewalks and street corners. Something that the jealous cynics that we once were could never understand until we saw ourselves in each other.

 And now, it comes down to these moments before us. This mere second that holds our lips apart will soon be over. And each one after comes as a drop of the Aeternam.

 Just promise to hold onto me in this rush, and i promise i'll still be holding on to you when we die.