i taste anticipation when i think of you - all those months
spent hopelessly waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting…
there was nothing i could do to speed up the process of
moving you closer to me. so i dreamed of the bohemian
life we would live together, a life full of music and books
and meaningful words floating through the air between
us. i wanted nothing more than the simplicity of love
without distance, a cessation of cross-country airplane
rides and daily two-hour phone conversations and letters.
but sometimes what we dream about looks different IRL
(in real life?).
