the easy bay

I dream about you.

I write your name in breaking graphite onto neon paper.

I say your name, your nickname, the ways I will call you once you are here.

I think about us, about how close we would hold each other.

I imagine the ways that we’ll play, the ways that we will explore this world together.

I dread the nights we will fight, the nights I will furrow my brow, the nights that doors will slam.

I envy the wide landscape of your future…

I already miss you as if the day of your departure has come.

I can’t wait to meet you someday.