Remembering the Future
I saw us together, today,
Projected onto the big screen
For about five seconds.
We look happy,
Amd I'm throwing breif, adoring glances
At you, between smiles at the camera.
Even now, with this visual evidence,
It seems more like a dream than a memory.
Hazy fragments of a distant past
That also feels like yesterday.
In reality, it was long enough ago
That I've long since ceased to
Excpect that at any moment,
On any day,
You'd appear at my door,
And say you'd changed your mind.
I cannot regret a thing
That I shared with you,
But I can't honestly say
That I miss you.
It's just the idea of you,
Still being here,
And having been here all this time,
Does, admittedly, seem appealing,
And I can't help but wonder
If all the trials and tribulations
of the weeks that have turned to months
Since you made your decision,
Would have been easier
If I still had you.
It's only the idea,
The dream-future of you,
That I want to seek refuge in now.
When the you that exists,