You walk across the street
holding my hand tightly,
running slightly,
avoiding the crazed traffic
thinking about the next treat.
…
I follow as fast as I can go,
giggling all over the road,
chasing the wild plans
we cooked together, all along
knowing half of them
wouldn’t come to be.
…
Not sure
where you are steering me,
nor does it matter to me,
for my hand is in yours,
in this knowledge, I am secure,
that you are with me…
…
Wherever I go,
however far I go,
in my half-cooked plans
and crazy schemes
and far-fetched dreams,
you were…
you are…
you will be with me…
Wherever, whenever, forever!
Author’s Note: For Manpreet
(For no particular reason, missing my bestie yet again)