In the time loop, I'll fall in love with you again and again

In the time loop, I'll fall in love with you again and again, Not in a café or park, but where time itself breaks, A moment that resets every nineteen minutes, As if the universe stumbles over the syllables of your name. You'll spill coffee on my shirt for the seventeenth time, You'll apologize as if it matters, and I'll pretend not to know, The exact shape of your regret, how your gaze darts to the left, Before your laughter stitches the air into strips of memories. We’ll kiss accidentally on the rooftop of the clear sky, Right after the pigeons take flight toward the horizons, Right before the clouds remember to cry again, And you won’t know we’ve done this sixty-three times. But I will know, I will remember every version of your soul, The one who loves classical music, the one who doesn’t believe in love, The one who quoted Bacovia and made me believe in more, Sometimes you leave, sometimes I do, and the loop breaks and binds. But I wrecked it whispering a truth you hadn’t earned, The loop snapped back like a rubber band and took you from me abruptly, I'll fall in love with you in a loop, to avoid risking an ending, So I can rewind before you say we want different futures. Thus, I can live in almost, in what-if, in the sacred middle, Between spark and fire, where love is an endless dance, And when the loop ends, if it ever does, I’ll pass by you in real time, perhaps I’ll let you go. But not today, today we dance in a moment that dares not die, You spill coffee on me as if it’s the first time, and I laugh, As if it’s not the last, in the time loop, love is eternal, And we are caught in a game of hearts that never part.