Floating On A Dream
rpsvpoetry 10.04.23 I often dream of a day, where the two of us are sitting down outside of your favorite coffee shop. Rain trickles down from the cotton candy clouds, the swirling colors of gray and blue. Our first date. A moment that will be remembered for the rest of our lives. I often dream that one day, we'll both be ready again, and by some fated destiny, We'd run into each other; the place where we first met. Our first dance, our first kiss, the very first time we fell apart and found each other all over again. How our lives changed in such a drastic way. The teardrops falling down from the corner of your eyes. I often dream about a moment in time, where "what if's" didn't exist, and we weren't afraid of taking the jump necessary for the two of us to be together. Instead of our foreheads pressed upon one another's, instead of not kissing, our lips touched, fingers intertwined. A memory of where we weren't simple strangers, and we chose to b