Future Hopes

You might be the future
Or you might not be
The present is keeping me from that premonition
But you feel warm to me
Like summer nights and lightning bugs
You feel homey
Like imprints in couches and jeans that let me slouch
You feel like the future
Hazy yet silhouetted
I want to trust what I feel
To see more than shapes dance in the distance
But I’ve had the mirage turn on me before
Maybe I just want you to look like the future

– Victoria Angelique