Blissful hours are not owned

Blissful hours are not owned,
Happiness comes with a price.
Relish in those stolen moments,
When your breath mingles with mine.
Puffs of smoke disappear,
Faster than I can make more.
Our jackets add a splash of color,
To the white canvas we stand in.

Footprints left behind,
Souvenir of joy and laughter.
No need for words,
Time stands still, just for us.
Flashes of bright lights,
I see behind my eyelids.
Everything fades,
As you shine front and center.

Dreams and impossibilities,
Give way to reality.
Bittersweet good-bye,
As I count the hours 'til who knows when?
Heavy footsteps,
I watch them run into the distance.
Blissful hours are mine,
Only to own in memory.