Eternity Or Finate
We promised each other an eternity, whether we wilt or decay in the midst of what time becomes to be. We hold each other's pinkies under the moonlit sky breaking apart into radiant shards of warm-hued diamonds. As luminous as fire, passion, and light, we cross our hearts and kiss, igniting what appears to be love. As children we were, love was never-ending. It was delicate as butterflies and comfortable like spring, sweeter than sugar, and brighter than stars, we were no less than two flames never apart. Like a child, I believed in love, never fully understanding the means of devotion or dying attachment. Whether we fade into the abyss of eternity or dive into the depth of old years, we promised each other an eternity. We laughed under the moonlit sky and held our pinkies.
Broken promises,
eternity is finite.
Our love was fleeting.
07/17/2022
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