Future Tense

One day
Like planets we'll align

One day
Like aliens, we'll tell tales in strange sounds
Resembling the languages we've amassed.

One day
I'll joke in Japanese
You'll soliloquize in Serbian
You both will sojourn in Spanish
We'll feebly fling our French about
You can speak a thousand words through the language of Canon and Nikon
Both of you will silently dream in a Sapphic language on the couch in the middle of the party
You'll read from your book of heart and teach us the language of hope that kept you going
Until you finally found that happy ending you deserved.

We eagerly await the sequel.

And we'll all be a little more fluent in life than we were those summers ago when we spoke Wednesday Dance

When laughter was as abundant as the white hairs, and just as sweet as the girl who left them behind.
Just as sweet as Muscato d'Oro, pork tenderloin, chocolate-chip cookies baked at midnight.
Just as sweet as No-Bake Cheesecake when the oven was not an option.

A love deeper than seven layers of deliciousness

And even if we never raise our voices to the wind (strong as it is in both Chicago and Hamamatsu)
if we never hear those familiar voices again
We've a love that cannot be found in je t'aime or ai shiteru
And my heart'll explode a thousand times when I see you.

One day
Like the stars we are that shine so brightly, we will align.
And we'll realize how the universe wasn't created in a day
but in an everlasting bond that outlasts contractions and goodbyes.

One day we'll shine again together.