we were driving past the night
and you wanted me to tell what our future looks like on my mind.
so i gave you a rough sketch of
a humble wedding, a little apartment,
and about how we agreed on having just one kid.
you turned to face me with a grief look,
and asked me if i would really be okay with those;
should those ever be enough.
I held your face with my hand and stared into your eyes.
I wouldn't be here for anything else.