Let’s not talk about our love
As people always do,
Like roses forever red,
Like skies forever blue.

Let’s speak of our love
Like these two eyes, once shy
Now, burning with passion after stolen glances.
Like these two souls, once lost,
Now, trusting with just a blink,
after wandering through doubts,
through uncertainty, through “maybes.”

I wish that one day
We will talk about our love
Like fingers entwined,
No longer reaching through screens.
Like two shadows walking in one path,
After drifting apart for too long,
Because our suns rose at different times.

So, today, I will only speak of our love
In the past and the present
Because to predict is to chase the wind,
(Am I too superstitious?)
Because the future is the darling of change,
of paths yet unexplored.
I will not promise.
I wish.
My wish is unrevised.

• Initial: February 8, 2025