Stay in this moment

I want to come with you, she said.

To the museum, to dinner, to your place.

I wanted her to, he thought. At least her company.

But there was something missing. Some spark.

Things could have developed; in their minds, they could have stayed together

At least for the night, if not forever.

Looking out at the ocean, she wondered:

Where will this go? Can this last forever?

It would be nice, in such moments, to savour the uncertainty

To let things linger.

He felt similar.

Matches don’t stay lit forever.

How the flame dies, he didn’t want to consider.

She didn’t either.