what's more-more to come

i boomerang back to echoing moments,
whip pan to snapshots, remembering.
i wonder what you're doing, thinking.
i fantasize about the home, and kids
and traveling and growing old as one.

i wait for you to sneak up
& surprise the fuck out of me.

i wonder what it would be like.
i picture only a split second
& shivers snake up my spine.
i can feel the sensation, butter
flies in my stomach. i shake.

but some days all i can dream of
is running away to save my self.