If forever was like your precious  gold,

I'd long for you in the  burning and  the cold ,

Promise you that's what I oath to be told,

Even if you let this love be sold,

To you  I hold,

If promises are just promises in the cloud,

A life to hold but are  too bold,

Something in that void

Was me and your voice in the crowd

Founded but never meant to be found

This is  the ground we were  never bound.

-Ica Reyes