before the world ended, i spent a weekend with you

before the world ended

I spent a weekend with you

I held your hand

my thumb softly running back and forth over your fingers

I squeezed you tighter

my hand gliding down the curve of your back

cherishing every minute

snapshots in my mind

etching the emotion in the crevices of my grey matter

knowing that it would all end

before the world ended

I spent a weekend with you

kissing your bare shoulder

cool from your morning shower

the sweet smell of your signature scent

reaching out to touch your knee

your thigh

your arm

your feet

your hand

your everything

anything

desperate

knowing that it would all soon end 

the cruel countdown I detonated years ago

reaching its critical end at stomach churning speed

before the world ended

I spent a weekend with you

I looked in your eyes

trying hopelessly to memorize the flecks of brown and dark brown and rich golds 

counting the dusting of freckles

mapping them out in my mind

a collection of carefully placed constellations

catching my breath when you nestled your head in my chest

inhaling you

the smell of your red hair

the softness of your touch

the sweet words, "I love you."

before the world ended

I spent a weekend with you

it was stolen

it was unfair

it was mine

and when I close my eyes 

I see you

I feel you

I hear you

I sense you

before the world ended

I spent a weekend with you