I have inhaled this ghost of time,
and heard its transparent form
creaking inside my joints.
I feel a million times older sometimes,
a million years older than you
and your dreams
and the person you fell in love with.
But then you smile, really smile,
and your eyes crease into your temples
and your blue eyes flash
and reflect what's deep inside me.
And I know
that you know me better than anyone.

I thought I'd forgotten that first journey we made
sitting in traffic,
your hand on my knee,
scared to move in case you should take it away
or in case you should leave it there.

But its not all about lying beneath the stars
or camping out in the garden
or wearing your t-shirt in the pool,
Because one day I'll have to answer for myself
and say that it's forever,
that there's no going back.
My shadow still gathers between my toes
and whispers in the dark,
but you've seen it, and matched it with your own.
You've let it count the hours between us.

There's barely anything of me left now,
it's all us,
and our shadows holding hands
and kicking up leaves.
But it's not that I'm disappearing,
it's just that we're beginning to grow into each other.