In a perfect world 

A perfect utopia 

If time could be reversed 

Looking back with wisdom

Trying to save what you don’t know 

Words that spilt only to make sense now

And sometimes it feels too late. 

The contrasting gray sink to the dishes 

I caught him staring and asked abruptly

And he just walked away and smiled.

I go back realizing the fantasy. 

Getting caught up in this perfect utopia.

Where it feels like home.

Published by Ms. Selective

Traveling Gypse with a Heartfelt Spirit.

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