I just wrote a poem for you.
Apprehensive. Little afraid.
In the world where Irfan
Doesn't look in the mirror
To feel the weight of his age.
And reveals himself to Ila in
The restaurant that day.
There-
There, these unapologetic
Poems of romance blossom.
Hundreds of them.
Eventually, you turn them
Into a giant airplane and
We fly to Bhutan.