REVEL IN NOSTALGIA

In the future I pieced together for us You hold my hand and I kiss your thumb and I am not afraid to tell you I miss you In that future we stand together in the grocery isle Arguing over which kind of ice cream to buy And later I kiss the caramel off of your face while we clean up the plates In that future, you don’t leave at the first warning sign. You tell me that you’re scared and that it’s not easy to love when everything else is hard. You don’t think it’s the right time. You laugh when I tell you we’re worth fighting over but I mean what I say and you believe me. You stay. In the future we really have, I am holding somebody else’s hand. They don’t taste the same and they don’t remind me of warm  bread or taste like red wine. They smile different and they don’t make me laugh the same but they’re willing to try. I want to hold on to someone with less warning signs.

Unfortunate reminder that domestic violence in England goes up by 26% when England plays and 38% when they lose.