I don’t need a lot from this life.

I want to tell you that I missed you

every morning when you wake up.

I want to hear you call me Sugar

like it’s the easiest thing

in the world.

Like my name

was always meant to sound that sweet.

I want to hug you for the longest time

in the kitchen after work.

I want the ordinary choreography

of making dinner together.

I want to soak

while you paint your music

on the silence of the world. 

I want your legs to be tan

at a little sidewalk café in Paris.

Your smile is the sun.

and you can see your reflection in my aviators.

I want to see you come home.

To yourself.

I want to know what your face looks like

when you’re eighty.

I want to see the map of everywhere

and everyone 

you’ve ever been.

Written on your skin.

I want to be the last voice

you ever hear.

In heaven, I want to get chairs

next to each other.

Close to the dessert table.

We’ll replay our favourite movie.

The one where our time was limited.

But our love was not.