There must be more wisdom
Caressing your tiny white hairs
Than to care who is right or wrong
Or argue about who makes excuses or truths.

I'd rather trace the map of your past
On your unshaved face or wrinkled forehead
Than to guess the answers
In your wordplays or wordwars.

I think it is better to enjoy your food
Than think about how your belly got bigger.
I still find something **** in your dancing steps,
In your silent smile or whispered words.

I would rather imagine your arms around me
Than your absence on my weekends or my tomorrows.
But I also enjoy the safe distance when our eyes meet
Or the dangerous proximity smelling your presence.

I got pictures in my head of your romanticized image.
Memorized by my heart beating louder than your colorful watches.
Why should I think about possibilities of regret?
When I can just follow my bliss here with you.