Sincerely,

by F.S. Yousaf

You rested your arm on my left pocket, attempting to feel some sort of box (which you later admitted), but I had the ring stashed in my back pocket, and this book under my shirt.

I refuse to store All my joy in you. For if you ever leave, I would not know what to do.

How do you suppose You can capture Your true potential When you speak As if your aspirations Are hopeless?

FLOAT Do not bury me Deep within your mind, For it is already filled With chaos and pain. Let me be One of the good thoughts On the surface.

I have hope That you could be my home For as long as I live.

AFTERLIFE How the world feels When I am with you Can only be seen as a preview Of the boundless peace And unrelenting happiness That only lies In the hereafter.

WHAT IS YOURS IS MINE I did not enter your life To hold you back from your goals— To make you feel miniscule. I crave success for you, Even more so than for myself.

PROCESS I desired the world for her, But I could not afford it. She was content with The little I could do, As long as I strived For not only what was best for me, But for the two of us.

Behind every great man there is a greater woman.

May you find peace wherever you step, May you find a cool stream wherever you settle, And may you find unequivocal and boundless happiness In what you set your mind to.