fiction future

[movemeant]

I could see sun coming
through our window
feel breezes blowing pictures
of us smiling
on the floor
past our would-be
windowsill
in our third floor flat
while we withstood
the heat of summer nights
and basked in the glow
of city street lights
and got over the fights
that forged into dawn
because you pulled out
your guitar
and sang me a song

I could smell you on the pillows
and see the hair you left there
while we couldn't share
a space, momentarily
because you needed room
to fly
but we would have found
comfort in knowing we'd
still be staring at the
same sky

I almost felt the stove-top
heat from dinner
and could taste the spices
of your favorite dish
and in this I wish I had
had at least one of
these moments
some of this lovely
we could have shared
any second where I could
have witnessed
your ability to care

But I can't collect illusions
soothe myself with
things that never were
I refuse to live in
days gone by
or that which will not occur