Our future looked a lot like
tea on Tuesday afternoons
and breakfast come Sunday morning,
coffee for the Mondays
that weighed heavy on our hearts.
There was rain and there was sunlight
and a lot of inbetweens,
sitting outside in the shade
while we laughed at the tan lines
from your socks and my sandals.
There were bruises on my hips
and your kisses on my neck,
there were so many sleepless nights.
There was lunch at work
and dinner on a table set for two.
And there was whiskey and wine
and old western movies,
and pajamas and pillow forts
because we both promised to stay young.
And there was rent and grocery lists,
and bills and our favorite snacks,
and my god it was beautiful.
And every day would end,
and maybe that’s when you tasted
goodbye on your tongue,
and maybe that’s why you left
before our future begun.