One More Fight

There lived no loss
In those past goodbyes
We’d always move on
Cause we always knew why.

And those who could’ve loved us
We’ll never wonder who
We’ll wake up every morning
With each other to pursue.

And if you need me to find you
I’ll always know where
The walls of hell I’d swim through
This to you I swear.

And if this isn’t true love
I don’t know what is
We dream in vibrant colors
Even in the darkness.

What matters isn’t when
Or why or how you’re not
Not who or where you’ve been
But that you own my heart.

But if we ever dare to
Brush this love away
Then I only wish to release you
From all debt, and
That these words I say today
You’ll remember to forget.

I promise I won’t commit
To a man who’s less than you
And if you find new happiness
I hope the same is true.

If you found her in a crowd
Did you two meet eyes?
Like we did?

When she talks sweetly
Does my voice echo louder?
Would you surrendered yourself completely
Every minute of every hour?

Can you see through all her lies
Within one single glance?
Feel your magic in her eyes
In the rhythm of a dance?

You wouldn’t, I suppose
Wonder if I feel the same;
Or that if she knows
You still taste like my name.

Will the tattoos of my kisses
Embedded in your skin
And in the blood still flowing
Still warm you from within?

When your arms’re nightly bounded
Will you feel like you belong?
Or are your ears still clouded
By my 4am song?

And will the violent waves
Of gentle waters arise
Above those resilient walls
Within your tender eyes?

Again and again
A day after another
Will time recycle
With every other?

When we’re no longer together
How long will it take to see
That your one true forever
Was only meant for me?

This time or another we’ll bother wonder
Why someone else is wishing you goodnight.

…

But my only question is:
Will that dark-clouded thunder
Cast upon a burning light—
To see us one more fight?
PoetryHillary Wen