To think about you, I remind myself of a time when I promised that life was mysterious and full of surprises. That the world is beautiful, and within the depths of life lies a gorgeous secret. My memories seem to fade in and out of the truth I have always known. A truth be known that there is something special, and someone special. A magic that is so undeniably sacred to those who see it. There was a time when I was lost in what seemed like an illusion that was limitless. When you were found, or rather, when you found me, it was as though you were always there waiting to appear at the right time. And what you did was grow with me into a life I have never lived before. I never lose you. We are forever. You are the sun that sets, but also rises again.


I began with a dream that was real only within me. Life was all the dream. Looking at the dark limitless sky, the melody played the moon and stars all around.

Unexpected
When the plague hit
The day you fell into my lap
At around 5 p.m.
It was only me and you
And it shows...
Traumatizing everything in its past
As we danced in the rain,
The conclusion came clear that
We had no reasons
What made you strong used itself against you
You are my favorite weakness,
A beautiful weakness
But this spring the butterfly
Does not come out of its cocoon
Instead I picked you up like a little string
We are what no scientist could ever justify
We knocked down buildings with our smiles
We had each other the way it should be
And now your church is burning down
Both divinely and mysteriously
Like all the words that found its way
From no where right into you
Making its way into eternity
We could not explain it to anyone
And why should we?
We found each other
Through what is called the core of one another
And I kept you in my back pocket
Through the times that we
Burned bridges with our charm
We learned what no history book could ever teach
Everything we touched turned to gold
Leaving a little permanence

I remember the first time
I thought you were beautiful.
I also remember
the first time I told you so.
You looked at my crazy,
said, "Jo,
that's not something
you tell your boyfriend."
But what you didn't get
was that I wasn't talking
about your face.
I was talking about
remember when you told me
you didn't believe
in souls?
And I thought
How strange,
for him not to believe
in the masterpiece
he contains.
But I didn't say so.
Instead we talked about
the god you don't
fully believe in
and the hell
I don't think exists.
How could something
who made us out of love
condemn us, especially those
with such beautiful
remember when I told you
I was going to leave?
You sat down
and cried with me,
showing the emotion
I rarely saw.
And I'll admit,
I still don't feel
like "here" is "home."
And you still question God
and I still dismiss Hell
and you still
don't believe in souls.
But I do.
And God knows
that I'd go through
Hell and back
for yours.