She remembered many months ago
the man who loved her asked
that she put a picture of them on her vision board.
She had these dreams of the future plastered there;
living in London, being a writer, traveling.
He printed a photograph of them
and cut it just so
for her to glue to the one empty space
left among her hopes and dreams.
She politely took the photograph
and stored it in a box,
where it became a friend to dust.
The relationship reached its death,
as she knew it would, and from time to time
she glanced at the one empty space
she hadn't filled.
And then one day, he came
with his sea green eyes
and tender love,
and she arrived in his arms,
as if he has been there before,
in another life, behind the one she lived now.
She showed him her hopes and dreams,
and he lifted her up to them
to help her reach,
and she did the same for his.
One night,
she filled the empty space
with their photograph.
She gave him the space
because she could see him there,
and she hoped
he was part of this future life;
she believed, completely,
that he would be.