I Have The Heart Of A Small Boy

I lay against him in the cab.

I am so happy.

I moved towards brightness, the screaming levity. Orange had been thrown across the night sky and it was bleeding down on me. Everything had quieted. I held him and for the first time, I wasn't thinking about when I would let go.

"It doesn't matter about tomorrow," I told myself. "It doesn't matter what happens."

In that moment, we were fused, glowing, incandescent.

I knew that this would later expand and become something else. I knew we were living on borrowed time, but who cared?

In that moment, I was infinite.