We’ll never get these moments back

 We’ll never get these moments back.

The weight of them sleeping on your chest.
The way time softens and nothing else matters.
The quiet knowing that this exact version of today will never exist again.

One day they won’t fit like this.
One day they won’t need this closeness.
And one day you’ll miss it in your bones.

So if you’re tired, if the house is loud, if everything feels undone
hold them anyway.
Stay a little longer.

This is the good stuff.
And it’s already becoming a memory.