{
There is always a pattern
How x, y, z, and other variables, once upon a time, will pop into my life–
That familiar first look
The exchange of how are yous
Those carefully chosen words desiring to impress
That flirtatious gaze
The reciprocity of knowing
That unspeakable spark when the hand finds its way to my clasp for the first time— again.
There is always a pattern
How x, y, z, and other variables, once upon a time, will choose me.
Over drinks of tea, ale, or red wine
Under the moonlight, harsh sun, or the pouring rain
Between movie trailers and WhatsApp audio messages
Atop hills and rooftops
In quaint towns or crowded cities— but always the same idyllic space.
There is always a pattern
How x, y, z, and other variables, once upon a time, will make me fall.
When I find that beautiful soul
When sunshines, smiles, intensity, and rainbows wrap us up with enough comfort
When we fill each other with dreams, discourses, ambitions, and connection
When we simply live in the now
When we find ourselves pronouncing that four-letter word— but only for a while.
There is always a pattern
How x, y, z, and other variables, once upon a time, will pull back.
The aloofness of unexpressive tongues
The dullness of whispers and sunsets
The slipping of dry lips and broken embraces
The drifting and fading away.
The forgetting of what held us together. Always.
There is always a pattern
How x, y, z, and other variables, once upon a time, will always leave me behind.
During fights, petty quarrels, or clash of personalities.
In the time of my unknowingness
When my imperfections have been magnified
At that moment of emptiness
Or just one random fine day when it’s easy to say it’s over.
There is always a pattern
The trap of cycles, static ripples, the repetition of moving forward, the ebb and flow, the new subset of codes
The predictability of syntax, conditional statements, and series.
It always ends with an exit program.
}