Poetry Slam Week #9: FUTURE ( A Future That Could've Been)

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inspected your freckles and thought about how,

in addition to mine,

our future children would be covered,

like honey on beehives.

and I stared into blue eyes, sweet and unhindered,

we built a whole castle,

walls formed by the purest affection.

it stood for two summers, but collapsed in the winter,

along with a future

imagined in dreams,

spoken out loud, so vividly,

painted in the words I’ve written,

both stories and poetry.

now I remember your freckles and think about how,

they aren’t even mine to count,

and those future children,

won’t exist now.

now I stay stuck, each night I’m losing sleep.

contemplating our past and the expectations we had

for a future that could’ve been, but never will be.

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