In Our Last Moments

The soft, fair white skin that my thumb grazes upon

I can still feel it on my skin.

The pattern that my thumb took grazing your cheek

I still remember it.

Your pupil dilated every time you looked at me.

Your eye color slightly changed

From a soft dark to dim light.

My hand was too small

When it laid in yours.

Our faces would gravitate closer

Until your nose laid on mine.

I can still feel the warm breath that came out your pursed lips

And was soaked into my pores.

It lives there forever.

I can still recall your rapid heartbeat

Because it laid against mine.

A symphony.

That’s how I remember us

In the moments

that we didn’t know were your last.