Tethered to the wind

I want you, not in a symphony of promises, but in the raw rhythm of now, each beat a fleeting note, strumming on the strings of today. Your smile? A wildfire against the dark, brief but unforgettable, scorching the edges of my calm. I don’t love you, or maybe I don’t yet. This isn’t a sonnet etched in stone, but a freestyle verse, imperfect, raw, and unapologetically real. Around you, joy pools in moments, sweet like honey slipping from a tilted jar, messy, golden, impossible to catch. I crave intimacy, not the heavy kind forged for forever, but a spark that ignites and dances wildly, a streetlight blazing against the night, brilliant, and when it fades, it leaves no regrets. Tomorrow is a phantom, a shadow I refuse to chase. I won’t pretend I can’t live without you, that’s a lie I won’t tell myself. I lived before you, and if there’s an after you, I will learn to live again. If you find someone who feels like the sunrise, I will step aside and let you shine. But tonight, be the fractured prism in my sky, bending light into something magical, something ours. Let us be wind and flame, meeting briefly, dancing wildly, until the world decides our time is done. Loosely attached, like two leaves on the same stream, flowing together, until the current pulls us apart. No chains, no forever, no myths, just this moment, a flash of something beautiful, here and now.