Let me have this one night
Where I can lay in this bed that is not my own. Where I can just delve into the infinite of “what if”. Where you and I are not in different parts of the world, separated by large land masses and a thousand incommunicable ideas. Where you and I continue to do cartwheels on the grass while waiting for your mom to pull up. Where you are no longer kicking around in my head, breaking shit and making me say strange things, but stay safe in my heart. Where you were never given the gift of speech which you so freely abuse. Where “you” is not a million different people I have met, loved, and left.
Where this “I”, and that “I”, and your “I,” and my “I” —
no longer signify different people in different times, but rather occupy the same little corner of space-time. And in my imagination, we’re all together once more. Just for one night.
