I Thought of a World//Imagination

I thought of a world where you and I were king and queen but we couldn't do anything

Then I dreamt of a place where you and I were happy and there was nothing we could do about it

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I imagined you were waiting for me, alone, to arrive like the roar of the underground, without warning and all at once and deafening

I imagined hope is what we would stand on when we could not stand each other

And we painted our rooms a sky blue

I imagined I would not beckon or call on you to be entrapped or released, only to meet me by the escalators in the Kings Cross underground where the buskers had serenaded us before