Moons under her eyes and stars on her shoulders
Her body was littered with time
I'm afraid that everything has already been said and that we will be forced to relive old lives; old loves
Existing only as the thinkers of tired thoughts and dull words
My dear I am afraid that I am losing time
That days are months are years and soon I will have grown old without noticing
Soon my hands won't feel like my hands and I'll have forgotten what it feels like to love your starry shoulders and tired eyes