to future lovers,
our paths may one day cross underneath the covers,
but until that day, i'll run away into my dreams
where it all seems to make sense.
i'm alternating between the future tense and the past,
but alas, this is the present that i'm occupying.
there is no point in denying that lying down by your side
is something that i tried to instigate,
but tolerate that you wouldn't.
in love we were but we couldn't make ends meet,
and so i retreat back to writing to future lovers.