a future glimpse
It is times like these I wish you were by my side.
Your insight, into my day, would be a sweet delight.
My head upon your shoulder, where I can hear your heart, and inhale the scent of you.
This is the home, my heart longs for.
You do not live in my country.
But from across the sea.
I know not what you look like.
However, my heart will know you, once we meet.
It is not your title
Nor you money I need
Just a place beside you
Not a you and I, but we