Afternoon

There is only one me and there is only one you. There is only one us and there is only one this. Oh, how I wish this will last!

I am the leaves in autumn, falling on the bed of grass and deserted roads with a trust equaled by none when it comes to you.

The angels, and the angels alone, will be my witness when I swear to God how grateful I am for us, even when tomorrow belongs to the unknown.

Good afternoon, my treasured friend. On an afternoon we began, and on an afternoon I remembered you. That day is forever with us, and trust is forever different when it isn’t in you.

If tomorrow all change, none will be forgotten.

For now, I am counting the days until we see each other again.