what i really want is
to make you a cup of tea
that you will have one afternoon
with me, and a couple of cinnamon pastries
(because underneath your gallant pose
i know you love them sweets)
outside on the porch when we're 73
we'll see
the rest of our lives waiting to be
lived, the way it's been lived.
together.
..and in my little head
anything may be.
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