We aspire to a life so perfect it almost hurts looking the other way. We aspire after family brunches and midnight confessions. At me knowing exactly when and how your mother broke you. We always seem to perfectly remember the days and minutes that broke us, like a frozen clock forever cursed to relieve in an abyssal loop the same moment. Over. And over. Again.
We aspire to you forever changing my maiden name. And ME. Deeply and unrooted. We aspire to finding each other in each other. Another day, a little more. And more. Over. And over. Again.
We aspire to white sheets smelling like that lemon detergent you like so much, so I keep buying religiously. We aspire after healing one another with telephatic silences. We aspire to you erasing all my cuts and bruises, that I keep on touching for availability. We aspire to forever lasting sunsets locked hand in hand, so close and inward like a dream in another dream. We aspire at big unwordly connections, resurrecting truths, unapologetic happiness. We aspire to a love so deep that it can drown oceans. A love so high is surfaces the sky and it’s clouds.
We breathe in this aspirations tirelessly like mountain-clear-foggy air filling our thirsty and insatiable lungs. So just please, my unforgiving muse, breathe me in and forever hold your breath.
Aditi Gheran 