I Wish I Had Met You Five Years From Now

I wish I had met you five years from now. 
Our love never was the question.
You were never the question.
But we kept getting stuck.
Stuck on our future.
Stuck on the timing.
Stuck on the “What if’s”

I wish I had met you five years from now.
Where we could fall in love
and not be a laughing matter.
Where we could fall in love
and not ever fall out.

I wish I had met you five years from now.
I’d be 28.
Maybe I’d finally have my shit together.
Maybe we would finally have a place together.
Instead of dorm rooms,
couches, and sleeping
under our parent’s roofs.

I wish I had met you five years from now.
Because maybe then
I’d be writing love poetry
instead of words that are embedded
with your goodbye.
And maybe then
the world would actually give us a shot.

I wish I had met you five years from now.
Maybe then, I’d fall asleep
with a smile etched on my skin cells
and your arm
pressed on the small of my back.
Maybe then, I’d wake up
everyday knowing you’d never
leave.