Forever

Forever might be short,

And sometimes, short might be

The blink of an eye,

Or the time it takes you to trace

The frame of your lover's body,

Or the distance from your home

to the place you dread the most,

But in the blink of an eye

You can break yourself apart

And by the time you are done

Tracing your lover's body,

You might fall out of love,

And when you reach the place

You dread the most

You might no longer want

To back home

But sometimes,

Forever is composed of nows,

And never-ending chaos,

The chaos of stopping yourself

From breaking apart,

And falling out of love,

And not wanting to go back home;

It is what you choose to do now

Will stay with you till forever,

And perhaps,

A day after that.

//NaPoWriMo, Day 1