Summers Past

I picture you as we last were together --
your face glowing with the cold moonlight off the lake.
The stars -- indifferently shining.
The look in your eye -- indefinable.
A great mess of trust, affection, desire, love, and fear.
Apprehension.
What comes next?
Where do we go from here?
I'm not one to lose myself to a boy.
Remind me what it's worth and maybe I can give you forever.
That look in your eyes is all I need to restore my faith in you -- in us.
This is what love is…
And then the moment is gone.
A voice echoes from across the lake.
A moment is all we have.
Our eyes meet again with painful intensity--
-- the unsaid, dreaded goodbye burning a path through my body.
I bite my lip and choke it back,
trying to chase away that one word that will seal my pain.
Trying to live forever in this beautiful moment
-- the lake, the moon, the stars and fireflies
-- your arms, your warmth, your body, hands, lips.
A moment stolen forever.
I hide my face in your shoulder
ashamed of my tears -- my weakness.
We linger another moment
desperately trying to defy life and time. 
We are silent, still, shy, solemn.
Dreading the last moment,
we never say goodbye or I love you.
It's not enough. Nothing ever is.

I surrender to you my everything.

Because love is enough.  These moments are enough.