communism, lullabies
this is for the time
you ran away before i could say i love you.
so instead i hid.
but i can guarantee you that i would have said i love you.
you mean(t) everything to me.
this is for the moments
when we hated the world:
our parents, our teachers, authority.
it’s for that time you held me in your arms,
looked me in the eyes and said,
“i don’t want to lose you.”
this is for the dancing
in your bedroom to frank sinatra
with the lights low
and our eyes locked our fingers
grazing our backs.
it’s for romance.
this is for you.
this is for me.
here’s to changing.
it happens all the time.
and maybe nothing is real except for you
except for me
except for dreaming.
maybe nothing is real unless made real by love.
this is for choices.
and the fact that we can’t find love.
but it can find us.
coasting over clouds
that decorate a blue sky.
under a blanket of water.
this is for us.