I can already picture the cold days
And us meeting for cappuccino or latte.
The cloudy days where we go out for pizza or lasagna.
I can picture you having gigs
And me there dancing with the crowd.
The days when I cannot do much
Because I have a lot to do
And you come over to cook for me.
I can imagine it all.
Making time for one another
And trusting God, this supreme Being
And our ancestry, that we work out.
Because we are two broken people
Trying to be the best for each other.
I can hear the music already
On those road trips and vacations.
The selfies of us and the children.
The shopping dates.
The dinner dates.
I can see it all.