I just wanted to wake up next to you one day.
Open my eyes and see your hair flooding my pillow.
Press my face on your neck and hug you softly, while you return to consciousness.
I just wanted to share a morning coffee with you one day.
Lean on your kitchen counter, while I’m looking at your eyes regain their morning lights.
I just wanted to kiss you before you leave for work one day.
Walk aimlessly in the city until you finish, and wait eagerly for you to appear at the coffee shop on the corner.
I just wanted to share a walk with you one day.
Your hand wrapped in mine, to listen to you talk about all the things that fascinate you, and all the things that don’t.
I just wanted to kiss your eyelids and whisper to you wishes for the prettiest dreams one day.
Watch you drift to sleep, while holding my hand on the top of your stomach.
I just wanted a full day with you one day.
But then, maybe I would want more.
And I guess, maybe it’s better that after all, I got none.
Depressive Optimist 