a future revised

when you love someone enough
to know their soul,
to say one word to reach them,
then they own a piece of you.
the foremost thought,
the tip of your tongue,
and the most vulnerable valve
of your bleeding heart
belong to them.
when you love someone enough
to let them go,
free in the world
as they will be,
then they take you with them.

i had a dream that we were talking again:
i had a dream about you and me,
and you had a dream about us also.
trouble is, neither of us will dilute
to run clean in those ideals:
our differences stain the fabric
of whatever we hoped to make.
let's try again:
i had a dream that we were.