June 2021
as much as I love you, I worry for us.
The more we invent our language -
the one with our jokes, our songs, our singularities,
the more I can't stand the possibility
of losing everything.
And while I understand that all things come to an end,
I really don't want to wake up one morning
to find out that I'm left all alone to speak our language.
If to speak of it ever again