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Citrus
I'm driving past orange trees
And I wish I could smell the sweet citrus
But I would settle for having
You next to me
For the rest of forever.
I don't think we make the perfect pair
But I'm just fine being imperfect
With you.
Someday, when we're older,
We'll drive along
Like I am now
and watch the long grass
and stalks of corn
roll past.
We'll hold hands
And be happy
And smile the smiles of an imperfect couple
Perfectly in love.
Maybe we'll be going on a trip
somewhere far away from the life we've settled into
We'll both be doing something we love
And come home every night
to simply be content with each other.
I passed a flock of sheep
following behind an invisible shepherd
with doves flying overhead
just now.
Try to picture it.
It was too perfect
to pass up telling you.
Maybe
While we drive
We'll talk about marriage
or kids.
Maybe
you'll want the same as me
and we'll settle on names and plan it out perfectly.
We'll have a son first,
You'll say.
And a daughter or two.
A dog.
Some fish,
When the kids get old enough.
We'll pull over somewhere
maybe
on a coastal stretch
above a churning ocean
or next to a field of sunflowers.
We'll kiss, I'm sure
and sit
for a while
and then get back in the car
and keep driving.
We'll talk about our families,
our struggles,
our faith in ourselves,
our friends,
God.
We'll drive
for a long, long time.
Maybe
through the night
maybe
until dawn,
for a few days,
maybe.
And we'll realize
after a while
that we need to turn back.
We'll find a grassy field
and lay
just you and me.
In a few days
We'll be driving
back through the city limits
the lights
flickering on the windshield
warning us to keep driving
to anywhere
but here.
I'll cry
knowing we may never be this way again
I'll wish for an escape and
maybe
the sweet smell of citrus
that's always
absent
from the city.
But I'll settle for having
you next to me
for the rest of forever.
