tomorrow

he clung to me like
a rose petal to water
whispered
"i don't want to lose you
to
tomorrow."

so we sat on our couch with its
broken springs and watched the snow
fall down in soft clumps of white
against a black sheet of night
until
finally

we had to fall asleep
hand in hand
cheek to cheek
desperate to
stay close

afraid of tomorrow's talons