there will be days like these
there will be days, dearest,
when you’ll remind yourself that loving him is equivalent to a mouthful of forevers,
an exquisite line from your favorite poem, an iambic tune he’d have to sing to you until you fell asleep in his arms.
there will be days, when you’ll remember how his first “I love you” convoluted delicately around your chest and every passerby watched, as he took you into his embrace.
You will never grow tired of his smile lines,
the everlasting shimmer in his eyes,
You will never grow tired of him.
there will be days, when you’ll find yourself crying in a taxi because of all the words you should’ve said,
all the love letters you should’ve sent, all the times you should’ve carried his heart with you, but couldn’t.
there will be a day, when you’ll find yourself decorating your wall with every single postcard promise he gave, and every single photograph you took, only because you’re still searching for the light he implanted in your heart.
and when that day comes, paint your soul with wavelengths of his love and spectrums of his compassion and
you will see how beautiful the universe resides in you.
because darling, you will never, ever grow tired of him.