Dear He Who Will Always Wait For Me

Dear He Who Will Always Wait For Me,

One question. Two people. Six words:

Will you get lost with me?

After all I've learnt,

And after all I've lost

After all you know

And that which you don't,

Will you run free with me

Racing through a field of tulips

On a windy Wednesday afternoon?

We could go to places

Where we could sing till past midnight

And the air tasted sweeter

Than champagne in the countryside

We could go to places

Where drunken promises and genuine smiles

Are actually allowed

Where tears of despair and expressions of anger

Aren't dismissed as mental problems

And where broken trust and writhing hearts

Are given time and space and comfort.

After all you've seen

And after all you've felt

After all I know

And that which I don't,

Will you ride black stallions with me

Across a field of lavender

On a rainy Sunday morning?

Will you get lost with me?