Again

Again and again. 

In the streets that have no name

we walk past the bougainvilleas.

The conversations in our eyes, the same that led us here

to this year, to now.

Our hands in a warm embrace like that very first day

when the silent stars saw me whisper your name.

The silence breathes of that familiar restlessness

that would perhaps lead to a kiss,

 just like this.

And under that same ancient sky

together, you and I

fall in love.

Again and again and again.