I hand you my past
and you give me tomorrow.
We’ll repaint the grey,
do away with the sorrow,

With every ounce of our afterglow.

~

I used to associate the act of unfiltering to the removal of cigarette filters; instead of smoke, I inhaled fire, and instead of nicotine, I tasted dark chocolate. Sharing my truths with you is exactly like that. Set fire to the trees, and once the breeze has cleared away the smoke, sit next to me, lean against me, and let’s gaze at the ocean.

Even in
the cold,
even in
the dark,
Your presence
is a source
of warmth.
Even when
I stray
into
my
night,
You
beckon,
c
e
a
s
e
l
e
s
s
l
y
,
ever bright.

You stopped reminding me to make a wish while time stood still,
both expectantly and indifferently,
for the secret slumbering restlessly within my lungs.

Like four candles waiting to be put out,
or four matchsticks yearning to be lit,
for the longest time, ever-questioning;
“What is it that your heart longs for?”

You stopped reminding me to make my wishes
ever since our moments turned into days,
and it was then that I realized
what I’ve always wanted to say.

I’ve found something worth wishing for.

~