oh it will be June, summer –
and it will appear as if it is about to rain
the atmosphere will carry a breeze, something that makes the hairs on my arms stand on end
and we will sit in it -
your hand in mine -
perhaps there isn’t a glorious future for us
that might be a dream that will not fully materialise
i hear your promises, i touch your skin - none of it feels real - as if a dream
i believe in us
the future is a threat
we do not permit
to enter our thoughts
SHORT TERM THINKING
to simply enjoy the present.
kate ©
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