I sometimes sit and think about what it would be like. To share a routine with you.
To be “us”.
To have a chance.
I wonder what it would be like to do boring stuff, to learn how to read the creases by your eyes and figure out if it’s a movie weekend or a hike weekend.
Time would be a friend, not a ruler,
we would not live in a hurry.
Smiles fill the rooms, books the walls.
There’s always laughter. And music.
Tote bags, if you were younger.
Rolled up jeans and denim jackets.
Vinyls,
music,
books.
Tea with crackers - you have always been the only one to understand it.
Blankets,
rain.
Did I ever tell you of that time I dreamt we were dancing in a storm? It haunts me every day.
Ties,
shirts,
hoodies.
Travels,
theatres,
movies,
Dancing in the kitchen.
Maybe, a dog. I don’t know if you’re allergic - there are so many things I don’t know about you…
Is there someone who cares about you like I would?
Would you let me in?
I want- I need to ask you things.
Paintings,
markers,
watercolors,
messy floor.
Trying everything.
Spoons,
cakes,
slow mornings,
jumpers,
vests - I always loved when you showed up dressed like that.
Poetry,
history,
questions,
little answers,
A piano.
I feel like you know everything.
Stars,
spritzs,
coke,
pizza,
spaghetti - i think you’d be a great cook.
Football matches,
pillowfights.
Hugs
Hugs
Hugs
Hugs
Lots of cuddles.
Hoodies,
heath - I would never be cold.
A fireplace.
Love,
tenderness,
always having each other.
I will always love you like it’s the first time.