Platonic

I have always thought about the future a lot

It was always college

And ivy league goals

And 4.0 GPAs

And all night study sessions

It was always medicine

I am going to be a doctor

Saving lives

In some hospital somewhere

And it is still that

But now it’s more

But now it's a little, old house on a port

Bright colored door

Rocking chairs out front

Cats, 3 of them

But now it's you, 

coming home from months at sea

coming home from doing what you love

Greeting me with a hug

But now it's us,

Drinking hot chocolate

Celebrating any and every holiday

Always looking for excuses to be happy together

But now it's this

And I realize

I want you in my tomorrow

I want you in all of my tomorrows

And I realize

I love you enough to give my mother the life she wants me to have

She won’t like that it's all platonic

She will probably insist it isn't

One day, I will get tired of correcting her

But it won’t matter, so long as I can go home

To the arms of my best friend

So long as I can go home to you