When a love is as infinite
as ours, there is an undeniable passion.
It will bring tears to our eyes as we cry,
and tears of happiness when we laugh.
You brought me all the hope
I could wish for and the sun.
You gifted me with our beautiful son,
who I will love for infinite
amounts of time. Until all the hope
has left me, and I’m left without any passion.
That is when I shall no longer laugh,
but continue to only cry.
For now though, the thought of cries
is unnecessary. I still have my son
who continues to laugh
and tells me he loves me to infinity
and beyond. And then there’s the passion
I have for you, and once again I hope.
Why is it that people begin to hope
as soon as they find they are crying?
I begin to feel empty and no longer passionate
about the man who gave me my son.
What was once described as infinite
is gone. And all I can do is laugh.
It is not a joy filled with laugh.
It’s hysterical and filled with fear and hope.
I begin to see there is no such thing as infinite
amounts of time. Placing the cries
that stream down my and my son’s
face. Gone is the passion.
Everything has a timeline, even the passion
for the one who made me laugh.
No longer is he able to give me the sun
and he begins to take away the hope
as well. My prayers turn to cries,
as I pray that I can be strong to love my son for infinity.
He to away the sun, and all of my passion.
There is no such thing as infinite, and gone is the laughter.
Left has the hope, and all that echoes in the house are the cries.
