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.