I don't want to leave this place

when we've come to the end of the path
and we sit here, half-lit by one weary torch
talking in soft tones,
voices trailing off into the welcoming black
as I try to grasp
one more moment-
just one more
moment, in the dark of your room
of you,
of-
I don't know what to call it...

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Arios, in the year 125 MA.