A New Dream

The world doesn’t have space for our love;

No, it doesn’t allocate a spot for us

To plant our love.

The world doesn’t give us a place to cultivate our love;

To grow it, prune it, harvest it

And reap the crops thereof.

The world is too cruel for our

Love, too bitterly unfair.


Thus, I must dream a new dream;

We must dream a new dream:

One without you, without me.

A dream where there’s nothing but space in a world where

we can love freely, liberally, though separately.

We must dream a new dream where

we can give the love that we couldn’t, shouldn’t keep for ourselves.