The world, grown old

You know, my fate’s really always come down to you.
It’s been that way since 1982.
I’ve counted the years nearly every day
and never gave up the hope we’d meet again.
Still, it’s a dream, I can barely believe we’re here.
Let’s switch off all the lights and shut the door,
close all the windows as we block out the world,
pull down the shades and smash the clock too,
spin every song that wove the fabric of our days,
turn longing for so long into a having now to hold,
feel and taste each memory, hope we touch eternity,  
play that game where we match our pulses to a single heartbeat,
try like hell to make all long held desires come true,
burn with the missed passion in what time we have left.