By Julia Lima, TIWP Student
Death, Destruction, Fear:
all the plagues that have seized
screen time and front page space.
they float through my brain
as impermanent residents
for there is far too much too take in
and not enough storage.
regardless of the information overload,
i’m much too busy thinking of
You.
let this plague be the dirty familial grudge
that lodges itself between
my capulets and
your montagues,
for no force in the world
has the strength to keep us apart.
even if You are hundreds of miles away,
Your embrace a fading memory,
Your kiss but a dream,
You will never leave me.
for each time my head touches my pillow,
Your voice replays in my mind
like the twinkle of a music chest.
and each freckle on Your face
is a pencilled-in dot on canvas,
never to be erased.
and each word to pass Your lips
lives on indefinitely,
for i have given it life on paper.
so fret not.
so long as i am walking this earth,
be it hours away from You,
we will always be together.
but until i see You again,
i wish to be a dream
dancing around
in Your mind, too.
