At long, long last

They look at me and they ask,

“How’s it feel on top of the rainbow?”

And I’ve started to wonder why

Do I never speak the truth but the inspiring lie.

They want me to say “It’s like heaven”,

And it is, but I wish I could tell them

It’s hell on earth to be heavenly,

Yeah, that’s Taylor Swift, that should tell you I’m lonely.

They’ll remark, “Lonely? But you have a lover!”

And I’ll just smile, for they don’t know

That my man won’t even hold me

Without first checking if there’s someone around from “society”.

Why?

Why can’t I place a kiss on his cheeks

While we sit by the Ganges in peace?

Why can’t I entwine my fingers in his

While we watch the Aurora Borealis?

I wish one day he’ll take my hand and look at me,

And, this time, for longer than a couple of blinks

He’ll hold me transfixed with his stare

Unafraid of “society” and its glare.

“But what if fate denies you from ever seeing that day?”

I wish, then, a million sunsets from now,

As I look down from among the stars

They’ll be looking back at me, learning the rainbow’s past,

Their fingers entwined, at long, long last.