On the last day of life, we'll touch each other for the first time.
The world will stop and only one spark will fly.
It will touch exaclty where are fingertips touch and it will grow,
exploding in between us- only then will we feel what we were meant to feel.
We'll slowly fall against each other, exploding towards each other instead of away.
Feeling the one last bit of happiness possible, before being turned into someone no one will ever remember or even think to feel anymore.
On the last day of life, we'll finally feel each other....just before we die, realizing that everything real, truly real is supposed to fade.