Now I know
things change.
It didn’t used
to be that way.
I used to know
I would love you
forever and you
would love me
forever, too.
And love
was a perfect
and shining thing,
like a sun, like
a full moon, like
a diamond rung
in platinum.
I thought we could build
a perfect house
with a perfect yard
and a perfect happiness
inside. I used
to believe in
a perfect fit,
and now I know,
like absolute zero,
it’s a useful concept
that doesn’t exist.
But that doesn’t mean
there is no love.
Nor does it mean
there is not forever.
Things change.
I know this.
Like us.
Like love.
Like never.