I’m always trying to outrun the demons. They take the form of you leaving And they keep me awake by whispering About a future without you.
But sometimes I wonder what would happen If we ever outrun them.
Maybe one day, I will wake up to the sunshine peeking through My sheer, white curtains on a saturday morning And the weight I carry will no longer be The possibilities of you leaving But the weight of your arm resting across my body.
Maybe one morning, I’ll be lucky enough to be the one who awakens Next to your sleeping face And I’ll watch as the sun tickles your skin And your eyelids flutter as you rest.
Maybe I’ll be able to reach out and run my fingers Along the side of your face and when you Don’t disappear before my eyes, I’ll take in a shaking breath of disbelief That we actually made it.
Maybe.
to the futures I dream of. to the hope that you are the one.