I can very much relate to this poem. In the second stanza when you say, “Hold me with the sunlight of your warm fingertips...” I picture four hands entwined in one another, like one hand isn’t enough and using both hands will bring you closer to each other. I would say this poem definitely moves me and when times like this finally happen for me, I will most likely remember this poem.

“Kiss me the final time, I’ll breath you in again. Until another time, until we kiss again.” This last stanza makes me sad. I know that I hate goodbyes and not many people do like them. When I have to say goodbye I think that it isn’t goodbye forever, but just for now, and I know I will see them again soon.