someday i’ll make a home with you.
we can live outside of a small town, i’ll plant a garden, and we’ll restore an old motorcycle in the garage. you’ll head off to the work in the mornings after we’ve shared coffee and conversation on the front porch and i’ll get to work on the house. we’ll throw all the windows and doors open when you come home and we make dinner together. we’ll listen to bruce springsteen, bob dylan, waylon jennings, fleetwood mac, and johnny cash. we’ll take the dogs for a walk down to the water after dinner to play fetch and drink beers. we’ll lay in the cool grass and look up at the stars while you teach me about the constellations.
it’ll be simple and quiet and lovely.