You would. Except you don’t.
In dreams you swim alive
And they are real
Are they real?
That’s alright with her
For she only needed to know
That you would.
And in the meantime she could
Be domestic, feel silence, forget,
Keep promises to herself
She didn’t intend to keep before.
What with all the snow and
The newness of what might happen next.
donika emille 