Trying to find the pieces of tomorrow,
So we can build our future together-
Still if we landed on the footsteps
Of yesterday; I hope we don’t
Retrace most of them today.

And if you found yourself,
Would you still get lost with me;
Live a life to tantalize my veins;
On the hot asphalt of our dreams –

Racing for what you always long to say,
But you seem to bite down on
Your own words, biting to the point
Of bleeding, still your enthusiasm
Never subsides every time
You take my hand.

There’s a teeming love in this poem –
Burning beyond its own flame.
And truly death will be the only thing
To extinguish such an untamed flame.