I write about you
In the back of my hand
On the margins of my notebook
Between the lines of the day's lecture

I write about you
When the morning sun reminds me
Of all the times that have been in vain
And of all the kisses I wish I could give you

I write about you
Because you are somewhere out there
And all that I am left with
Is the memory of whatever we might have had

Had you been born as another
We would have gone to buy
Expensive coffee in the afternoon
We would have sit and talked
About the cyber crime
Or the new capitalism

Had you been born as another
We would have spent anniversaries
On vacations by the beach
We would have let the sun watch
As we kiss in an endless summer
Crashes of blue all ignored by us

Had you been born as another
We would have become liberals
Seeking the comfort of the Ivory Tower
We would have left the city
And let the stars be our guides
There is nothing money cannot buy

Had you been born as another
Would you have been just as unattainable
As you are now?

Had you been born as another
Would you have become the beautiful man
That I fell in love with?

Gentle lady, do not sing
Sad songs about the end of love;
Lay aside sadness and sing
How love that passes is enough.

Sing about the long deep sleep
Of lovers that are dead, and how
In the grave all love shall sleep:
Love is aweary now.

Whatever happened
To the boy I loved?
It seems he has gone away
Only to be replaced
By the man I have come to love
As it turns out
I like the man in you
Better than I ever did the boy

An apartment overlooking the city
Lazy Sundays, messed up sheets
Books here and there all over the room
Protein shakes and green tea
Your hands around my waist
My favorite T-shirt lost somewhere
Plans to have no plans for the day
Escaping whatever responsibility we have
Your hands fitting mine
What a perfect life

You show me the effects of seeing the world only as a cruel, dark, unhappy place.
You show me what can happen to someone who treats others with little care
You show me how protecting your loved ones can eventually suffocate them
You show me how far insensitivity and anger can get you
You show me the importance of having a kind, gentle heart
You show me the value of being compassionate and considerate
You show me everything a person should be
By being someone whose grip is too strong to be calming
By being a cold, unhappy soul who does not want to attempt any tenderness
You were supposed to be my first love
But now I see you with a heavy heart
Yes, I love you
But that doesn't mean I do not feel anger

Dear God,

Let me keep this moment forever. Please.