My counselor asked me once,
“What are your dreams for the future?”
A bakery in Seattle,
A book signing in New York,
Late night concerts in Philly.
But it starts with you.
In every dream you stand with me,
Hand on my back pushing me into my life.
When I see you, I see the next 60 years.
I kiss you and I ******* 30’s.
Waking up early to coffee and your lips,
My favorite combination.
I touch you and I feel my 50’s on your back.
I trace my hand over achy knees and wrinkles
Over our grandkids running through green grass
Past white picket fences.
And when I hear you say, I love you,
I hear my whole life in three words.
I look up and blink at my counselor.
Just like that,
You are my only dream.