fell into the future

by amy sharp


I think I met you a long time ago and I just can't place it. Like in a meadow with flowers or at a market somewhere and you handed me the last gallon of milk and our hands touched. Or was it by a lake and my hat blew off my head and you were there to bring it back to me. And when you walked towards me I wasn't afraid. I just put my arms around you and fell into the future.