Forever isn’t always measured
in the length people like to trace,
stretch a yellow line from here to there
and mark the boundaries of a love story.
Sometimes eternity has its roots in our feet
and grows down, down into the centre of this moment.
It bursts like flour in the air,
filling your vision for only seconds,
sinks as particles into your lungs;
and occasionally, years later
you still feel her in deep breaths.
She pledged forever, darling –
I know it hurts to remember.
Your own broken vow stings in tandem,
a memory of what you couldn’t complete.
But that doesn’t mean it wasn’t real.
In that incandescent bulb of time you shared,
you held a love that stretched outward
and echoed itself through the stars,
bent inward and unwound you
to that shell-pink state of softness,
replicated itself like leaves on a tree,
and just for that moment,
you knew the presence of Forever
in the corner of the room
and saw its unmistakable promise
reflected in her eyes.