Shall we fall in love with everything?

Shall I sing love songs about the raucous noises alley cats make?
Or maybe reverently inhale the heavy infusion of smoke and dust that hangs in the air like a suffocating raincloud.

Should I utter wishes under my breath
whenever luminous bodies of light
fall down from the night skies?
And do I keep on wondering why
the stars always seem to make goodbyes-

(Always, when you pass by)

I do often wonder about what-might-have-been's that will never be
As I sit alone in the sea of so many
Yet I promised that I will not let myself
be a sad remnant of maybe

But I am.
And you are just another fragment of my memory,
lost in a state of perpetual possibility.