i’m going to hold on
to the belief that you and i
met under the disapproval
of fate because our paths
were not supposed to cross just yet
with hearts winning over logic
and with mouths driving us over the edge
both of us were two young
angst-ridden teens trying to understand
what we cannot, what we should not
and our story ended with a semi-colon
—you and i will always be an
unfinished sentence

but maybe we can meet again
and maybe time and distance will
no longer  be the villain of our tale,
when both of us are not in distress
and none of us are in need of saving,
when we’re both the wholesome
versions of ourselves with hearts
that aren’t broken in half nor with
minds fooling us to believe we’re broken

we’ll be able to stand on our own
separate grounds
but with our hands intertwined
like the stars had written and intended for us  

i’ll wait for that day
and if we’re not lucky enough
then i’ll wait till the next lifetime.

you and i,
we’ll be okay.