Stumbling Love, Part III

there is a lot I don’t know and
a lot that I do but,
walking down aisles of things with you
is a thing I’d like to do.

and there are parks we could visit,
we could sit in the shade.
and there are stories we could tell and
the sun would beat down
on our heads and your face.

I do this thing with people,
where I imagine them as
unreal: you couldn’t be as great and
as wonderful as I think.

but what if you were.