Six years ago
the woman who would be the love of my life
didn't even know me

Five years ago
this random guy moved from one city
to another

Four years ago
we said we would meet
any day now

Three years ago
she moved from one city
to another

Two years ago
the time was almost
right

One year ago
this random guy went to the park
and so did she

Today
we wonder
what if

Zoals elke dichter zou ik
één woord willen schrijven
waarvan iedereen zegt
dàt bedoel ik
en dan kijkt naar z'n lief
en zegt zo ben jij

Maar al wat ik zeg
er was ergens wel
iemand die het eerder
of zachter
of prachtiger zei

please, poets,
shut your charred mouths for once
your honey and bile drenched pens
your eager wringing hands
your sweet evil grimaces
your skyward eyes
"come, poor creature, let us
moan and smile and weep together"
no - just no
SHUT THE **** UP
and let this love
be real

I want to hold you
during each of my little deaths

I want you to hold me
when it's time for my big one.

since I met you
noone compares
you least of all.

"They won't know when to stop," I say.
"So don't pour in too much.  
They will eat so much they'll explode."

Very poetic.

We sit and watch them swim -
Their bowl on the dresser
a grotesque mirrored cosmos
reflecting ours in which limitless love is poured

and in which we feast
and feast
and feast.

"Till death do us part"
in other words
"Better dead than happy"