Prisms in the Window

I know it’s a lot to ask 

But could you love me later 

The way you do now--?

Could you hold onto me for me 

When I’m not around--?

Just the softness of your 

Skin on my skin 

Makes me wonder about 

Impossible places and 

All the ifs and whens.

I know it’s a lot to ask 

For you to love me as 

The clock spins faster by--

But we have time for nothing 

Always except to die.