I was dancing and singing horribly under the cold shower,
And then I wondered, will I remember you, when I'm 42? Will I remember the way you kissed all the blemishes on my skin and said they were spots from where beauty had been injected into me and was here to stay?
I wonder if I'll remember the curve of your back, the hollow of your neck, your crooked nose and your sticky fingers drawing circles on my skin.
I wonder, if we'll be together when I'm 42 for me to live it all again. Everyday. //ndcb
