they always have a problem with it
those who have held hands with me
whenever i say that everything ends
including our hand holding
they would always have this stony expression
that makes the fear in their eyes stand out
and their voices quiver as they say ‘you wont even exert an effort to make it lasts?’
that’s when i know they did not understand
we commit, yes, for love,
to the here and now,
to our waking hour,
and the passing minutes.
but not to the future,
not to tomorrow,
not even to the next movement of the hands of the clock.
it will be an exercise in futility.
to promise that we will be here
commitments should not be about staying in love
but about exerting an effort to stay in love
to be with each other
until the very last ember dies out,
and then to go our separate ways.