The Light of Dreams

The light on the house feels warm,
For a moment I get lost in that life,
Or what I imagine that life could be,
Coming home to the one who sees you,
Having someone to consider…
The best part of every past relationship and love story flash before my eyes,
Constructing this dream where everything stays new,
If the feeling were a potion it’d be a mixture of ocean breezes, the smell of sunscreen and salt air, beautiful sunsets, and full moons on paydays starting a long holiday weekend.

Then the light at the intersection turns green and I have to go,
Leaving the house with the warm light and the dream behind,
Back to reality,
Where nothing new can stay.

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