Imagine

You trace cities on my shoulder
With your half-asleep hand
Murmur plans for next October
Like we already booked the land
You say
Tiny house
Crooked porch
Tomatoes climbing up the door
I just nod into your sweatshirt
Thinking
I want all that
And more
Love
Imagine
All the mornings we could waste
Coffee cooling
While you’re sitting on my waist
If all we ever do is talk about it
I’d still call it magic
I admit
Love
Imagine
I could live inside of this
We pick names for future daughters
Then decide we like a dog instead
You redesign our kitchen
From a mattress
In my bed
You say
Plants in every corner
Mismatched chairs
A thrift store find
I say
Leave your suitcase here
Then Why not start it
Never mind
Love
Imagine
All the Sundays we could miss
Phone on silent
Just your toothpaste on my sink
If all we ever do is dream out loud
I’m already underneath that roof somehow
Love
Imagine
I could live and die in this
Maybe we break
Maybe we bend
Maybe we stay just
Like this
My friend
But every time you paint that life
I move in
In my mind
Love
Imagine
You and I in every room
Broken glasses
Laughing while we hold a broom
If all we ever build is what we’re saying
I’m still there beside you
Aging
Love
Imagine
I already do