Here
this moment
the now of it
So bittersweet
Lying with you
unclothed and close
reality evaporating around us
the room thick with tomorrow
our heads thick with sleep
But the now of it
So bittersweet
Oh, can't we stop time?
Freeze this moment forever
or at least until next week?
In a minute you'll say it's late
I'll say that I'm tired
You have to get up early
I have to go
You'll kiss me goodnight
I'll drive home awake and spent
your scent on my sweater
I reek of you
My own scent is missing
I left it in your bed
I'll hope you catch a trace
and smile like I will
Remembering
the now of it
So bittersweet
Please freeze this moment!
Tomorrow it'll be gone
You'll say "Hey"
I'll say "What's up"
We'll play smalltalk chess
You'll checkmate a date
My mind will drift
to the red sweater
the one that smells like you
the lone casualty
of casual encounters
I won't wash it until
the air and my sense
have stolen each molecule
'til I can no longer detect
your sweet scent
The sweater is my only means
of preserving this moment
the now of it
So bittersweet