Just the way it is.

I wish you were here, waking up with me. I would make coffee for you and bake bread. 

I would snatch a flower from our neighborhood’s yard, the flower that chose to grow into our side, the flower that was meant to be for you.  And, while staring at the sun that is confusingly becoming aware of our light, I would hand it over to you. I would play piano for you and sing a song. Your song. Then we would sneak back into bed and I would start kissing you all over. Just like last night, when I dreamt of you being with me. After that, we would wake up for the second time. And we would come back home after a walk on the beach. In the meantime, I would have told you “I love you” many  times. So you don’t forget. 

I would not splinter our colors into the blender of any metamorphosis. I would just keep them the way they are, no matter what they tell us: “it’s going to be amazing!”... “you’ll feel like God!”. 

No, it’s so magnificent, in its simplicity, just the way it is.