engr.albertmike

Without fences, without alarms, with my diopters on the moon and the other on your becoming. I’ve been walking longer, you’re walking faster. I reached this version of myself a little earlier than you will. I could warn you and steer the boat. I could tell you where the storms live. But love, the kind I carry, knows when to loosen its grip. So, I say, go. Touch the fire. Miss the rain. Fall too fast. Do what you must do. Do what you have to experience. I won’t interrupt your lessons with my conclusions. I won’t turn your mistakes into my fears. I will be here, quiet as water, patient as age. I might be forgetful, but I do stay. And if you choose to let me go, I will return to deeper waters.  

Started from a tease, ended in a mess. Luckily mended, now we’re living managed. Back in the days, focused, unhazed. At your house, we awkwardly loitered. Been good, been bad, but to me, with a lot balancing life in the scholarship’s light. I may not be sweet, I will always forget, but know that disorder torments me and will forever. Not tried to kiss you, haven’t tried to touch you, ’cause gossip behind the registrar’s will dim a pilgrim to Rome’s stars. I’m letting you thrive like a rose not being picked. This is not neglect, this is respect. Now walking on different roads, chasing different buses, but true love never fades it reforms, it just changes.