if tonight be our last and the skies fall and the universe splits in two
I would like to go with the imprint of your head leaning on my shoulder
the sound of your laugh filling my eardrums and blocking the impact
the shatter of everything falling off the shelves
as you sigh and make some remark that they really picked their timing
you just mopped the floor
that would be the blueprint, my dear sweet friend, for the rest of our short short lives
and I would like that
Jaye Boyd
