March

We dreamed of chasing sunlight between
buildings on the streets of Brooklyn,
of laying under the stars outside the
valley of the flooded city.
There were bluebonnets in Texas when
I flew past the clouds to
land in stagnant puddles and
kiss you on the landing strip.
We explored cities I read about, and
we loved. we loved. we loved.
I dreamt about March in Texas
where I never thought about always or never.
I woke up somewhere between bluebonnets
and stagnant puddles in your arms.