The Circumstance of Life

I remember when I laid awake at night, next to you, asleep,

and how I would listen to the way you´d breathe,

and I loved to believe that the only thing which stands between us is the dust particles in the air.

See, I still remember that rhythm, how it gave me comfort and peace

However, although we laid so close by each other’s sides

I knew that we were meadows and lands away from one another.

You were always going to be a year ahead of me in life, and that is something I could never change.

My nocturnal thoughts were yours and your diurnal speeches were mine to keep and glue to the pages of my memory.

I got along with all the space and time between our souls,

And the difference of where we come from.

How our roots were never meant to meet and tangle.

I hoped that beauty was our destiny, a love sweetly dipped in golden honey,

And not my fear of pursuing new journeys which would take their days among the lands of your body and floods of your feelings.

I was young,

My feelings were pacified. My pureness sacrificed too soon.

But that was the thing which used to make me cry,

I wanted to rewrite a story which has been written in the stars hundreds of years ago as your ancestors were born on western land and mine on eastern.

So, in reconciliation, I hushed my fright and stubbornness,

And moved to a brand new city in which

I will allow myself to believe,

That the only thing which stands between me and the stars of the sky are the leaves of the trees.