It is not about opening cages,
filing spiking thorns,
nor removing all chains
to romanticize my desire.
If it is time to go,
we both know that an end
cannot be written with a voice.
Go in search of your north,
I don’t judge your rush.
I know the impatience of love,
no one slows down its clock.
Follow your heart,
I love you more
for doing so.
But if you discover that
what you seek is only mirages,
and what looks like oceans
turns into cliffs and eclipses.
And you want to return
to my wide open love, remember
there’s always room for ellipsis
right after a dot.