It is of words,

‘Fine,’ ‘I’m sorry,’ ‘Thank you.’

I dream of leaving,

One foot in front of the other,

One word in place of another.

‘Unhappy,’ ‘I’m glad,’ ‘No, thanks.’

So, when I close my eyes

I dream of chapels and labels.

I hear bells,

I dream of leaving,

I work on staying.

And when I dream…it is of what of could be,

Could it be you?