daydream

[metaphorliteral]

I spend a lot of time lost in thought,
constructing perfection from the everyday--
deliberation where there's been accident,
intention replacing cherished mistakes.

I dream of more love than I know what to do with,
though believe me, I'd figure it out soon enough,
and it seems like it could be within my grasp
if I could only find the words to make my case.

It's not such a stretch-- a step to the left,
a tilted head, hands interlaced, a parallel universe
where we could belong to each other.

"We love you. Come with us. We'll make it okay."