Because you were becoming yourself even before
we were standing before the epicenter
at the end of our lives. Because before
we were in love, we were something more,
still becoming, still trying
to tie the loose skin back to our fragile bodies
because we seek what can never be.
Two kids unable to retain themselves;
two bodies with always something more to grow into.
A voice discouraging the clock,
whispering the sweet hymn of
becomes a beginning.