I dream about sharing a home 

With someone one day. 

Maybe not the whole

‘Kids and white picket fence, 

A dog or two’ dream, 

But one where I'm content 

With just myself and them. 

I dream about a house 

In the countryside, 

With empty fields 

And endless skies. 

With flowers 

In every room 

And a breeze coming through 

Open doors and windows. 

I dream of nights in front of the fire, 

Under a blanket 

With shared smiles.

Or of waking up midday 

To the sounds of rain 

Hitting my window 

And meaningless conversations 

About everything and nothing. 

Or late night car rides

With the music playing low 

In the background. 

Or nights hidden in bed 

With the moonlight 

Peaking through the curtains. 

Just to do it all over again

Tomorrow.