There's a someday I dream of sometimes
when I miss you too much;
a future fairy suburbia that maybe we will reach;
a life peaceful possibly
where the sun rises softly each morning,
painting rainbows on the sky.
But on this magic maybe morning, we sleep through sunrise,
holding each other closely, closely,
til you wake me gently,
whispering in my ear,
what would you like for breakfast?
And we will take our tea with sugar, milk, and laughter
and our coffee with chocolate
because we will be done with bitterness forever
and we will be done with uncertainty, and done with terror.
If I close my eyes, I can see you
singing as you cook delicious in your boxers
shaped like breasts.
I can see you happy, and I can see you with me,
and I can see us.
I would dress slowly, smelling you cook.
I would put on my skirt, and my make-up, and my glasses
and pad out into the warm kitchen
to have you tie my tie
and trade kisses for pancakes.
There's a someday I long for,
a maybe day with you,
a life quietly fulfilled, filled by each other.
There's a someday we could have someday
a someday we would love.