fresh apricots

maybe one day

in another time and another place

i will wake up to my alarm

and see you turning it off

and your strong arms bringing me closer

and cold fruit

and warm smiles

maybe one day

in a moment so dear

my brain’s cogs will turn properly,

forming memories of bright sunny days

and brunette hair

deep green ocean and bright blue grass

and clouds brighter white than life itself

maybe one day

we will attend breakfast

and laugh along with friends

eating warm soup and fresh apricots, cold and sweet

there’s a drop of juice trailing down your throat

as you swallow

and it is all i can do but to stare

at how beautiful your skin is

maybe one day

we will go to bed together

blankets we haven't seen in years wrapped around our

sleeping forms

surrounded by pillows and warm words,

sweet nothings

no substance yet meaning everything

and maybe one day we will wake in the morning

with the sun

and do it all again

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