All I Have Of Us

“Until my last breath, I’m going to fight
for what we were, what we are,
and what we could be.”

All I have of us are tiny grains of sand. One brush of your fingers on my cheek here. One gentle kiss — warm, soft lips against mine there. A laugh here, a cry there. Those grains were us. All that we were. All that we could be. And as I feel those grains slipping between my fingers, I feel us disappearing with them. I feel those moments slipping away. I’m faced with an age-old question — do I fight? To keep you mine. In my arms. In my life. Or, do I let you slip away, right along with the sand?

I choose to fight. Until my last breath — or you tell me it’s over — I’m going to fight for what we were, what we are, and what we could be. I’m going to crystallize that sand into glass so we’ll be one for all time. Because that’s all I have left. And you’re worth the fight. You’re worth all of it.

All I have is us.

© Sarah Doughty
2019

You’re all I have left.
And you’re worth the fight.