I am living in the during you.
and it has been so good
that I forgot how the before looked like,
how the streets used to smell
and how the sun was shining although i did not know
how its light would change the green of your eyes.
And if I can’t remember yesterdays without you,
will I ever learn to live in the after you?
If you are a pitstop,
a lesson I will never unlearn,
how to be me without the me you found
that late summer night on the couch in your living room?
at 1:23 when you opened your eyes and saw me
and at 2:24 when you were still fascinated with my smile
but mostly at 3:25 when you fell asleep
and woke up the next morning
to be mine.
Oh, how lucky I was to wake up.