I wonder how I have been living all this while:
Waking up every day without you,
Surviving through the day without an image
of you in mind to keep me breathing,
Walking through the earth with little air to breathe—
which I only realized after I found you.
Now that I have found you,
I have only one plea, one request
and that is:
“Can we always be this close forever and ever?”
By extension, I want to know:
Can we hold hands and walk in the woods
while enjoying the evening’s breeze?
Can we sit by each other
while we share all our secrets in silence?
Can we drink from the well of love
and never get full with its weariness?
Can we breathe in each other
and be this close forever and ever
till our lungs can no longer take us in?