Folded Clothes

I picture such a vivid future for us,
my dear.
A place of my own,
made into our own.

I can see a whole life,
laid out on my bed.
It is neat and folded,
like the outfit I plan to wear tomorrow.

I want to take you with me.
I want to learn you.
I want to lay with you.
I want to share my life with you.

It scares me,
something so perfect.
Because nothing perfect,
ever lasts.

I want this to last.
I need it too.
I am not so strong.
I don't think I could try again.

The life we have is so short.
Can you spare me a moment?
Just a few moments of your time?
And some more?