Star-crossed lovers

in perpetual orbit;

the Moon circling

the Earth circling

the Sun—

a Sun

that doesn’t seem to shine

on us.

Still, your heart

beats

the rhythm of mine

as my soul is

the other half of yours

despite the spouses

our spouses

and

children—

yours, mine

and

not ours…

Not yet.

 

One day,

when it is time

our patient, stoic,

love will burn out

LOUD

in a

sublime conflagration,

a celebration

of us.

 

One day.