Someday.

I can’t live for someday, I can only live for today.
The joy of holiday lights, accompanying the quiet waltz of two lovers finally awake.
Discarding restless pasts, tired eyes to gaze.
No longer staring into souls, hearts fawning out the flames,
once set ablaze.
Starlight, where space infinitely yawns at our dilemma.
Ever knowing presence of the moon and its gravitational pull.
Constant, predictable—the earth feels the tug, relentless, yet forgiving.
Loving.
Always returning for another pass. Only several blinks away.
Doing it all over tomorrow.
Again and again.