Always, And Then Some

by thefoxdraws

Tell me, am I wrong
To sift through your old photos
To wish I could have seen you
With Harry Potter books
And braces?

Tell me, is it unhealthy
To glance at your hand
To move mine slightly closer
And jump back
When they touch?

Tell me, am I naïve
To smile at small apartments
To dream of dancing with you
In our crowded, humble kitchen?

To love your past, present, and future?