We are staring at the blue green lake,
sitting on a blue plank of wood,
“It’s going to rain”, you say
I look down on my white dress and smile.
There were so many things on our list
we haven’t crossed out still
but today is our last day here.
I want to hold your hand forever
but I know forever only lasts now
we never know about tomorrow.
Remember that time,
when you’d asked me to runaway with you
with only few grands in our hand
and I laughed.
We were naive then
we are naive now
because I do want to ask you to runaway with me
but I don’t know if we will survive
even a day.
“We’re just 23,”
you tell me when I say what would happen to us,
“we don’t have to worry about tomorrow”
And I smile,
because right at that moment,
when I realize that one day our love might fade away,
I begin to cherish each moment with you.
Like holding hands
while staring at the blue green lake
on a blue plank
wishing it would rain.