There were tears in your eyes.

I can still hear you.

'I am thinking,' you said, 'that this moment will never come again.

I am thinking that you are going to change, to die, and go away.

I am thinking so truly, so hotly, how precious these moments are, how precious you are, you who will never again be just what you are now, and I adore your ineffable presence as it is now.' You looked at my hand, you found it small and white, and you said it was an extraordinary treasure, which would disappear.