An Unlikely Future

It could have been
Long talks in back alley cafes
And running in between the raindrops
All the way home.
The way you would grab my hand
Subconsciously
And I would cross the street
Without looking.

It could have been
Cereal for supper and a mattress on the floor
Saving all our money for coffee
And second-hand books.
The way you would look at me
Like you couldn't believe it was real
When we woke
In each others arms.

It could have been
Dancing in the dark
When the power went out
And splurging on a Broadway play.
The way you would buy me
That vintage dress
And tell me
"You look ravishing, darling."

It could have been
Eating at Thai restaraunts
And perusing modern art exhibits
When we had time away from our studies.
The way you would lightly brush my hand
Under the table
And give me a wink and a smile
In that way you do.

It could have been
Moonlit walks in Central Park
And hearing the New Years countdown in Times Square
As we sipped wine on a balcony with good friends.
The way you would make a show
Of kissing me at midnight
And all our friends would sigh
But you never noticed.

And so much more.
It could have been.