not too much.
i only ask that he call me, "love peach".
or something of the sort.
so that i feel as wanted as i need.
and he should look at me from across the river.
with eyes, that could only be for me.
not an ounce of fear.
nothing will cloud those perfect days.
when the trees are green, the sky is only blue.
and you won't have felt it necessary, the need to be away from me.
we'll both enter from the same road.
both plant our feet on the same earth.
breathe the same air.
only this time around, we'll surprise ourselves.