We talk about the future like we've been there before.

Hope confidently,
Say it like you've seen it.
We're all wearing floral shirts but
We've never been south enough to
See real petals thaw.

The old have been there, but they're old.
Maybe they'll key into validity
When they know the
Instagram filters by heart-
Even then, times have changed.
This black and white future you've been to
Isn't the valencia filtered future on my map.

I do not ask the truth-
We all know that we know not.
I do not say stop-
We must pursue this light even if none have seen it.

I'm just saying.
Don't lie.
Find faith in internal fire-
Not the distant flicker you've found comforting to imagine at the end.

Don't sit around here,
Bullshitting.
It's ok to be scared.
It's ok to say that tomorrow is just a word-
And that for some it never will be more.
We talk about the future like we've been there before.
But right now we're here.

You said I miss you
And I closed my eyes.

Your hair, your laugh, your touch, you-
Beautiful you, danced by my closed eye,
Soon to sleep but never lost,
You laid gracefully in the arc of my new smile.

These words, three but full of you,
Sing to me like you sometimes do in the quiet car.

Though distance is implied,
Though dull ache is understood,
Though these words may cry-

They mean something of my dreams-

I am not doomed to lonely misery,
Unrequited are not my arrows shot.

You love me.

And I miss you too.