There will be days

When the sun smells like melted chocolate

And my eyelashes can laugh with blinks of innocence

At the speckled enamor of your white belly.

There will be nights

When a fresh sigh can feel like the cool kiss

Of a white bedsheet in the summer.

There will be dreams

Of fumbling foals frolicking in the meadows of anticipation for the future.

There will be moments

Where I can cry tears of joy for the love that you gave me

And forget that I had to lose anything in return.