next-year

Let's fall in love next year.
Between June and September. I’ll be in a sundress and you can bring me flowers. 

We can walk on clouds, fall into rabbit holes, make plans for a picnic on the moon.

A year from now I’ll be able to tell you, “We never make it that far." 

But next year…
It sounds like a lovely promise.

I only wish we could keep it.

—  A scribbler // Next Year

Take to me to where you are,
What you’ve become,
And what you will do
When I am gone.
I won’t forget,
I won’t forget.

Maybe someday,
You’ll be somewhere
Talking to me
As if you knew me,
Saying, I’ll be home for next year, darling.
I’ll be home for next year.

2014: