This Time

And as we got into his car at the end of the night,
the thought this magical moment was going to end
came to my mind,
I opened the window and looked at him.
Trying to memorize
the way the streetlights hit his facial features
hidden in the night’s darkness.
Not knowing when will be the next time.
As we got closer driving past green lights,
going up a hill – I suddenly wished
I had lived on the other end of the city,
or the universe.
As we headed into my street
I made sure I knew
what to do
with my last minute
in his precious presence:
kiss him hard.