『for tara』 our life 02
I have a future
memory of a city on a chilly winter morning
from the highest floor I wake up next to you
in a warm bed warm sun
floods in, there is nothing better to do than
bundle up in dandelion and pastel grab the keys off the hook
joke down to the lobby out into a city
where the tall buildings are mirrors of our life together
green ornaments
the concrete decorated by the pitter-patter of a tiny dog
on a morning stroll just as we are
approaching the corner I turn to kiss you on the cheek
I can see my cold breath
mix with your exhale and the corners of your mouth
turn upwards as we cross the street life
begins again.