It's hard not to imagine your life in the future,
with someone you love in the present
January 2020
I'd like to retire somewhere in France
The cliche'd run down villa
That has its charm in the cracks of the broken walls,
Faded paint and creaking doors
I'd like to wake up early and pick an apple from our trees in the garden
Make a coffee for two
And read in the garden
With my toes fondling the grass
Waiting until you wake up
To join me
I'd like to take a bike ride around town while I run my errands mid-day
Post some things
Pick up some things
And bump into someone
Who just got back from being away for a month or two
It's hard to not imagine all of this
Without you being there.
It doesn't have to be here
And it doesn't have to be you
But I'd very much like it to be.