There’s a pile of clothes
lying down on my floor
and all I can dream
is that they’re yours
That I could pick them up
and breathe in your scent
and tilt my face up to your smile…
That I could melt all the distance
the miles between us two
Sometimes we laugh because it hurts inside
Sometimes because there isn’t much else to do
and I, I cannot wait for the day
when goodnight is our only goodbye
and I can fall asleep in your arms again
staying there indefinitely…
Feeling that we have
all the time in the world
and then knowing that we actually do
Maybe someday
all my dreams will come true
Maybe someday
Maybe someday…
—Fri. Aug 28th 2015