Sincerely,

by F.S. Yousaf

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

You were remarkable, And craved the spontaneous kind of love That ill-fated writers had, The ones that only reside In history books and novels.

Keep on talking about how lovely Our future will be. As every word escapes your mouth, Glimpses of hope Appear in my heart.

I want to live to see The world in action, And traveling with anyone That is not you Would not bring me The same satisfaction.