not far from Corning,
where we can both work from home
and forget the past.
I would make you dinner,
and kiss you softly
where your hairline
meets your jawline,
just in front of your ear,
but I would be aware
not to smack my lips too loud.
the backyard small,
but filled with trees,
under which we could hide
from the sun and certain things.
I would disappear here
with you to this hypothetical place,
where I could see your face
every day without a trace
of regret or what's next,
because the now would be how
we survive this life.
we could start a garden,
get some rocking chairs,
sign out of social media forever,
and be together.