1 month from now,
we’d pack our suitcases,
we’d fly to the sea—
just like we talked about.
8 months from now,
we’d light up NYE fireworks,
you’d kiss me before
the countdown said “one”—
just like we joked about.
2 years from now,
you’d catch me off guard,
but I’d say yes and
you’d put a ring
with that deep blue sapphire that I love
on my finger—
just like we dreamed about
10 minutes from now,
I’m not sure how
our conversation would play.
Right now,
I’m not sure how
our dreams would come true.
I’m not sure if
‘our’ always would last.
.:A Narrator:. 