Pigeon & the Missus

I know we'll watch the world forget;
feel every memory of what was ever good
eventually fade
—time passing as they,
and we,
slowly wither.

But however small that makes me feel . . .
to hold still, hands clasped,
and do it together—
with someone to exist in the quiet next to;
someone to navigate this dark white life alongside
—I can't help wanting.