one day at a time

i can’t
promise that
i’ll feel the same
in ten years,
or two years,
or even
tomorrow

but tonight

my fingers will
stroke your cheek
trace your eyelids
nestle in that
soft curve above
your waist

and want
to be
nowhere
else

isn’t it worth it

if it’s
remotely possible

that this will
happen again
tomorrow
in two years
in ten?

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