Captured

When I woke up and thought of you, the hold of my expectations was powerful—I want this, I want that—even though I expected nothing of you on the day before we met! Tears have fallen where only grace and beauty, pillars of unadulterated love, were bestowed. Have I wailed over meals I never knew to eat, or roads I never knew to cross? Only because we met, and saw more in each other than we hoped of a first meeting between strangers, have we learned to wallow over circumstance.

Our time together is a gift with a hidden expiry. All two can hope is to use and enjoy this blessing with temperance. Let us fret no longer of what may be or what shall pass! We stole each other’s ignorance, yet we may return to it by careful framing of our lives.

In regaining that oblivious detachment, I meet the love of my life each time I see anew, upon crossing our paths, that you are real, my dream come true. And then I shall suffer not in your absence, no more than I grieve the lack of a second miracle after the first.