Take me someplace nice,
somewhere I am yours for the moment;
and all you do is look at me with that crooked smile,
and all I do is grin back hopelessly
This rattling of my soul…
The jumpiness, the anxiety…
I like that I don’t know if you’ll be around.
I like that you still tell me that it is meant to be.
Today there are no words.
There is just the twinkle in your eyes.
Everything else is a blur.
Everything else is irrelevant.
I want to tell you that I dread this farewell.
Hold my hand till the end of this path.
Do we see a fork ahead?
Do we meet someplace nice?