i don't know what will happen

or how whatever will happen will happen

but
i love you so much

i hope
you understand me

i hope
one day
you know me when you see me in the street

i picture now that picture from WWII
you know the famous one of the couple kissing in the street
but
i picture it a little less tame
i want to read the braille of you
i want to inhale the scent of you
i want to dive into you
figuratively

i don't want to own you
but damn
i want you
all of you, every bit


and
the things that keep us apart
god knows about that stuff
god must be fine with it
and
i don't pretend to understand

why