I can barely look at you
without desperately wishing
that you were indestructible.
I rescued you
long after your first breath,
but I will be there to hear your last.
Your bones are growing weaker,
and I know some of our treasured memories
are now the last times of those adventures.
I can barely look at your frosty face
without knowing that the dark light
of black thunder will soon strike us,
and you will become my shooting star.
But just because you are growing older,
becoming more fragile,
does not mean it is the end of now.
Age is only a pointless number,
and I will not let it steal the joy
that we can both still share.
I will simply let it remind me
that what we have now is even more precious,
and I have to hold it close
with every inch of my heart.
