Beyond-Curious

I want to remember this time,

When things are simple.

And all our moments fit neatly into a box.

Where the thought of you 

blooms, 

throughout my day.

As I play with each of the letters,

of your trés serious name.

When we speak exclusively,

 in tongues and eyes. 

And leave the English and French,

to argue outside. 

Different moments play on loop,

in the back of my mind. 

So it’s almost like,

you’re never not by my side. 

When you were always 2 cm

from my face.

Not miles and miles away- 

not 1,800 dollars by plane. 

When all I could see were your eyes;

sometimes blue,

sometimes grey-

Yet always green.

But a shade 

 I’ve never, really seen;

Perhaps it’s colour of the Corsican sea.

The flecks float in pools of liquid-like gold- 

I often wonder if you’ll loose them

when you grow old. 

How sometimes you look so far away, 

it’s almost like you, 

never left-

-I imagine you kicking,

then holding your breath.

As the waves cut,

the smooth surface above.

So aggressive, 

it’s like every wave,

 falls in and out

 of love. 

Before the sun leaves the sky,

and the night throws a blanket,

over the boats.

And you ask the Gods

why, 

love never seems to last

long enough. 

I know our box will grow full, 

the more days we spend.

And our arguments won’t feel so resolute, 

with a full-stop at the end.

As conversations and fears, 

that should have never been said-

Hang their feet,

over the edge of the bed. 

But for now,

I hope we stay this way.

I know, 

it’s a childish thing to say.

Even the trees,

 meet their end. 

After years and years,

of being best-friends. 

As the leaves

change colour,

and the wind, 

dances them astray. 

But I hope time changes us, 

So we grow closer together.

As time makes us slow, 

and love lets us live longer. 

Until we wake up as strangers. 

Until we wake up and leave.

I’ll always take a piece of you with me.

Even if it’s just the green,

of the Corsican sea.