While It Lasts

On love... of some sort. On love of the free kind. On love of the wanderer, the traveler, the free spirit that roams the earth without being tethered to anything or anyone for long. On a love without demands, other than to enjoy and to be and let it be. Could we? be more like this? Can we, be more like this every day in all our interactions with everyone around us?

 Isn't this, in a way, how we love our children too? Irony, that the most demanding position asks for the most egoless love, and you give your all, while it lasts.

Edel Juarez---Mientras Dure

Mientras Dure

While It Lasts--Edel Juarez
I don't mind showing my weakness when I write

If I am not yet strong, and haven’t ever been.

I do not know to love in the way here we play to do so.

I love with my elbows, with my dreams, with my voice and have no objection to not being loved in return.

I do not care how long my loves live,

I love while it lasts, while I can, while the glass gets emptier and I get on my way.

I do not understand how humans love,

That is why I am here with you, because of your doubt,

Because of what you don’t know and you don’t find out,

Because of everything you give without even knowing what you had.

I love your wings, your flight, your hips where my nights end, my nostalgia.

I do not care if you don’t understand that I love you, that you doubt it and you cry and you ask it and you demand. I love you. While it lasts.