Nothing Sweeter Than The Fringes

The future is

Questionable

There is a lot 

Resting 

On hope

And good hearts

But the future 

Is always a mystery

It can’t be helped

But there is a few 

Clear things

There is you

Dreamers mind

Wanderers soul

And there is me

Following you like a

Lost puppy 

Because you’ve wandered more

And know all the tricks

And I see us from here

For all our troubles

Sitting at a table

Somewhere new

Sharing words

Marking

Thoughts

On fringes of manuscript

The backs of receipts 

From new cafes

To empty parking lots

Laughing

Living in a proper fashion

And in the future 

There will be nothing 

Sweeter

Than this