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.