When Together is a Pact

A poem about two souls choosing to live by their pact.

Photo by Jonathan Borba on Unsplash

Together, we were going to other planets because we were magical.

And from there, we’d sit down and salute the world below.

Together, we made the pact to always care for and love one another, come rain, pain, or storms.

Together, we made the deal to go to the moon and back and swim in fairytale lakes with tepid waters that we already knew to tread.

And together, we felt good about ourselves and promised each other whatever warmth was needed, in whatever hardship we faced.

We took our chances on nature and slept outside in the wild. If a grizzly showed up by our tent, we’d invite him for a hot cup.

And we always had honey, just in case it didn’t work as planned.

Together, we lived by this pact—the pact was never to let us down. Our love will be forever, and forever, we’ll grow old and twined.

Nothing could go wrong together, and if life wanted it otherwise, we were ready. Together, we’ll conquer the world, climb its mountains, reach their heights.

Together, we felt secure; we felt wanted; we felt shined.

If we went in different ways, it didn’t matter. We were together, regardless.

That’s the beauty of love. We were always in our hearts. That was the way we chose to be.

Together for the good, the bad, and the surprises, together when things went in reverse.

In the evening, we would read stories or tell each other tales from our past—a fantastic trip to nowhere land—just to keep the magic going with another glass of wine. We would make up stories for kicks and make each other laugh. We would play guessing games like kids and have so much fun. That always led to sexual encounters; we stopped the laughs. The magic of intimacy, the cosiness of our bed, caught with us.

Together, we kept each other young. Together was our drug.

And together we dreamt, and told our stories as we had breakfast together, which you cooked in record time.

Sometimes, even our dreams were close, about distant lands we’ve gone.

We were experts on having fun. We were masters of the unknown.

Together, we faced hard times as best we could and could always rely on support.

After all, we made the pact that such love could never die.

How could it? It was no longer up to us.

It was our destiny. And it was written on the stars—the same ones we watched at night.

The message was as clear as those stars. There was no doubt.

A love like ours could never be extinguished, for it is the foundation of life.

~o~

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