Cartas de amor.

If we find you do not fit my life into yours

If time runs

and you no longer catch your breath when you reach my name

If we find the moon no longer pokes its head to listen to our nighttime laughs

Then please, 

my love, 

write a letter once a year

Fold your smile within your words 

and send it off.

I hope with all my heart, that when I feel a joyous thought

I can fold it into words

and send it off, to you.

Regardless of what we find.

For my love, is much to large

This world, much too small 

To imagine a dance around the sun without knowing you too, dance along.