in the dream

the freckle you never had

my brother, not a fan

the water escaping us from our responsibilities

the kids we might never have

the talks we've had

mixed signals

down to an art

the festivals we should go to

the volvo

seeing you in my dreams

always feels safe

like coming home

even when you are a little withdrawn

not fully trusting me, again

a shadow of our old selves

love blossoming our surroundings

like the books we've read

the tears, the triumphs

of loving the dream of you

of us