when ten years have gone by and you invite me to your wedding
i hope the tears i shed are not of anger or longing.
i hope i don’t have to force myself to hold your gaze
as i remember the look you gave me that said that today was the day
a piece of me would die.
i hope i don’t unfold and twist my hands
before they clasp the fingers of your future,
lingering briefly against their ring finger.
i hope my mind doesn’t capture and replay every angle of your face,
especially when your piercingly, bright smile shines
upon the person who holds your heart between their palms
and you are proud of it.
But most of all, I hope that by then
My soul has learned to find peace within itself.
I hope I tell you that I am happy for you,
Because that is all I’ve ever wanted.
I hope I walk home in the arms of someone
Who reminds me every day
That life does not stop,
Even it feels like the stars have fallen,
The grass has wilted,
And the ocean is parched for the first time in its existence.
You belong to yourself,
Before you belong to anyone else
And when it is time,
Love will come, shyly tap on your shoulder, and truthfully say,
“I’ve been looking for you.”
— First love doesn’t mean only love