Proof

By Hannah Bhullar

I will gift you a poem every day until our dying breaths…

I will send them to you one by one, until your heart has memorised my handwriting.

Until the world has run out of trees, until the sun has dried up all the ink, and until I cannot hold this pen anymore; I will write you.

I shall immortalize our undying love.

It is the very proof we existed,

Proof that I love you even when you think I do not,

 Proof that I always will.

 Proof that we are infinite.

It is proof that only you will know…

Words only you can understand.

The author only you’ve met,

And loved…

We will be worshipped like a bible.

Preserved like a relic,

Or burned…

Curling and shrivelling.

Crackling.

Floating away in embers.

Our energy being returned to the universe;

the energy we borrowed from this world so I could write you our own.

The story book of us.

Dampened by the rain…

Ink bled through pages like ours that sinks deep within the soil.

Ripped.

Shredded.

Dispersed like our ashes...

It belongs to us; It belongs to nature.

The records of history.

Pavement of our past.

Hope for the future.

My voice fades to silence and our photos are wiped clean.

My name is forgotten and my touch replaced.

I gave them all to you in life, and I shall gift you my poetry in death.

In memory, and remembrance

And as a reminder to us both, that love existed on these mundane plains.

As we return to our home planet,

We are reborn from stardust. 

The very proof of us.

By Hannah Bhullar