Before he left I started

numbering the days we had

together, but while I 

was counting down

I was also adding up the

things I would miss

the most like pedal-to-the-floor

adrenaline rushes, the way his

words slipped softly through

his lips when he indulged me

in conversations about the stars,

or the crinkle of his nose

accompanied by a lightningbolt

flash of humor in his

eyes when he knew he was

about to make me laugh.

We've been this way for two

years and the other day I had 

to ask him what color

his eyes were and I don't want

to let him go before

I have every single piece of

him committed to

memory.