Way Back Yonder
When we met, I was young
So naive that my eyes were green
Each conversation we had
Didn’t feel like a new memory, rather an entirely new scene
Anticipating the next chapter
Anticipating the next book
My eyes overlooked the present, cuz the future had me shook
What if?
I ponder like a naive youngin
What if?
I philosophized like Plato
If our love grew in sync like the branches on the tree, and we were uprooted by the monsoon
We would replant by a hidden aquifer with an abundance of Sun
If our love grew old and consistent like mama’s bad habits
Our love would never die and aloof we would be
If our love inspired others
Because we were copiously in love
You and me
But…
They asked
Are you in love?
We checked all the options
We each chose other
“My darling, you will never be unloved by me. You are too well entangled in my soul.”
