Vividly dreaming, of a another yesterday.
Or maybe it was just that other life
I have been starring in
On that other plane.
Where that green house sits
On such a clear blue river,
And my Hemingway
Awaits every Sunday
For our picnic lunch.
The one I found,
Late last night-
Just waiting to house my past regret.
Waiting for me to paint its walls-
In the other life,
It’s red because there was
A lot less sadness.
The blue tint now
A stain of choices and impatience.
The one whose garden was ready to pick.
Not left with overgrown weeds,
And a dilapidated shed.
And as organic as it should have been.
As our love manifested
Into our boundless happiness.
At least I found it in the hours
Of my loneliness,
So that when you are finally my guest-
We will just learn to forgive this epic’s tardiness.
Easily forgetting all that has transgressed-
By always wearing Sunday’s best
Paired with a love that’s always been tameless.
Words: M(e.) + The collision of reality, words, and dreams.
Pictures: The real estate agency that still has to wait a few short years for my call.
Perfectly Timed Inspiration: Pierre Van Dormeal-Undercover (Mr. Nobody OST)