We’re sitting there. 

Just my head on his shoulders, 

just my voice in his ears. 

Sharing everything. Absolutely everything,

as if for the first time my truths can breathe their own air. 

As if for once my shadows don’t seem so dark.

In that instant everything is right, 

and it’s just me and him and our truths

because when we’re this close there is no space for our usual lies,

 no room for doubt between our fingertips. 

Clasped tight; secure. 

No time for despair because all we have is now,

and now is perfect and now is fleeting. 

And now will never be again, so it can’t be wasted. 

And it’s just me and it’s just him and it’s just us. 

Happy. 

Stupidly happy as if we know no sadness 

Because in his arms he can’t hold both, 

and he chooses me over his daily demons and I choose him over giving up. 

I choose him to be happy. 

And so with just my voice in his ears, I tell him everything and smile.

Because now it doesn't seem so bad. The world doesn't seem so angry. 

And for once it’s just the way I want it. 

And he smiles, so I smile and we smile and just this once I know the joy of being heard, 

in this perfect and fleeting time I know what it’s like to be free.

And with time both perfect and fleeting I accept that it will end.

But for now I can smile, as he smiles, because for now it is mine. And I choose it. 

I choose this now.

If I could, I would choose this now forever.

By: WerepupJeremy