Dreaming of the Good

I awoke to the sound of a silent bed,
With an aching throb in my head,
Meaning it was no dream.

I have a person who broke my eyes,
With the light that shines out them.

We walked the beach together once.

We drove at breakneck pace in search of napkins together.

We set off fire works together on the fifth of july.

We kissed salty, clumsy, sunscreen flavoured kisses in a room full of saddles.

We watched old movies together.

We'd debated the merits of basalmic vinegar, and woke up in eachothers arms.

Hopefully, we can see those old movies, while chugging balsamic, and tea and coffee, while we kiss salty sunscreen kisses with fireworks in the background again. And I'll wipe the sand off our new tattoos with those starbucks napkins.

Id hoped that august tenth had been a dream.
 Now that I know it was as real as me, as real as you...
 I just hope that the rest is too