When you’re in love,
the utter brevity of things suffices
Like the soft smile you gave me unwillingly,
or the short-lived clasping of our hands
before a judgmental crowd.
The slight disappointment on your face
when I said I have to go,
or the silence that came after it.
The post-midnight chill––
the force that pulls me back to you––
and those blind steps which took me
farther and farther away from you.
Or that heart-wrenching pain
when I looked back
and saw your eyes welling in tears.
I drown you in superfluous nonsense,
in ambiguity, in verbosity,
in hopes to evade the true
and only purpose of this.
I’ll embrace the power and beauty
of silence, of calmness,
and lock you in a warm
and tight hug.
This fighting isn’t getting us anywhere.
You can’t cry forever, curse me forever.
But, let me assure you this
When you’ve exhausted
everything you have––your dreams,
the weight you carried on your shoulders––
I will open your clenched fists
and hold your hands much tighter.
And when everything starts to crumble,
starts to lose its significance,
take refuge in my arms.
They may be slender,
but I will never let you go.