We Will

I have never cried for love,

until tonight.

under screenlight, in Santiago

you realized we are not apart,

since my first night in Buenos Aires,

a navy blue night which held so much

of what we’ve come to be,

to my pending return to the city

now belonging to us,

every bar and streetlamp and bottle in the street, ours–

you say simply,

“we will be together and we will be so happy,”

in Spanish, and we’ll have no choice

but to make your words true,

that is how love survives

and surpasses



1 Comment

  1. Lovely. Thank you. I guess perhaps the heart is jumping out of the chest towards him. The adventure… really is.

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