Only to death I succumb

While I was busy carving history on a pregnant page, you made sure with your each step in the future it is erased from the throes of time. You filled the engravings with molten lead.

Did you  think I was oblivious that you lurked there waiting to crumble it all? 

I let you fill those clots and in this present moment we are looking at each other, satiated, we are smiling while everything changed. 

You have won in winning. I have, in defeat. And honey, I promise talking all the warmth of your hand in me, I would keep on letting you have no clue how different we are. It's just time we are taking about. Just present, past, future. We will escape on a time capsule.