you ask again where i see us in the future,
and all i think of is
"together,"

what i want,
where i'll be,
what i'll be doing,
who i envision myself to become...
i can never foresee anyway of it,

just that you'll be with me.

i look at you and wonder if you had expected me to answer differently.

i think about the uncertainty i've always had,
but no matter where i am,
i always feel like i have something to think of as "home."
and in all the places i've considered home, you're my favorite.