Our love should be written
all over every page
in every journal that can be found
in the book shops in your big city

It should be sung
in every song
that has been played
in the small cafes in this little town

It should be yelled
from the mountain tops
in the pictures we would look at
while we planned our futures
and spoke of our dreams

You were always in my future
and always part of my dreams

Now you lay in your big city
and I lay in my little town
but no futures are planned
and no dreams are spoke of

There's just a whole lot of love
and no where to put it

But I still dream of you

By Chloe Forster