Dreams of a Sunlit Future

I looked back

At an old letter

I had written to myself

In it I talked

Of the same dreams

I have now

Why did they stay the same?

Was it the images of sunlit kitchens

Of cozy homes

Quiet moments

The smell old candles

And even older books

Was it the comfort

The calm

And the quiet

I yearn for now?

Or the promise of potential love Of

care

To notice the bad moments

The bad days

The love to listen

To hear me when no one else does

To spend the moments with

To do absolutely nothing, Together.

I think I yearn

For the feeling of a future

Still too far away

I yearn for the comfort of another

To Whom I am their best friend

Their confidant

Their love.

I hope this letter comes true someday

And I hope this poem

Will be a figment of the past.