I don't believe in blooming roses
Or how the moon shines on your face like wax.
I don't believe in shooting stars
Or how dandelions float in the sun like parachutes.
I don't believe in glittering snowflakes,
Or how trees bend when your name is called like dancers.

But I believe in late-night phone calls, where you tell me "Of Course, Of Course, Of Course."
When you grab my wrist gently, and look me in the eyes and say "Okay."
I believe in the silence between us that is louder than a heart shattering like a broken plate.
I believe in endings. They are the only thing that exists.