Its moments like these that I think back to the days when tossing pennies into fountains could make your wishes come true.
Its moments like these I turn to the back of my mind and brush the cobwebs from my memories and try to remember my life before things got hard, before this.
Its moments like these that I notice how your black hair falls effortlessly perfectly
Just like it always does, even as you lie motionless on the ground.
Its moments like these that I see how clear and trusting your eyes are.
Your blue eyes now stare back at me, not registering the things I say as I scream, begging you to say with me.
Its moments like these that I think back to the first time we met.
You fought me, in likeness to the way you fight now to stay alive.
Its moments like these that I think back to how bad I wanted you.
But not nearly as bad as I want you now.
Its moments like these that I realize how perfect your freckles are placed across your face.
Or rather how everything about you seems perfect.
Its moments like these that really make me realize how lucky I was to have all the time I got with you.
Would it be too much to ask for more?
I will protect my heart more carefully now, because that is where you will exist from now on.
Because not even all the pennies in the world can save you now.