WISHES WITHIN DREAMS

In the midst of this smoke, this minute disaster caused by my hand, the smoke engulfs the rooms, filling my lungs as you fill my thoughts. I’m occupied with memories of our future unmade. Longing for you, wishing on imaginary stars because the skies seem barren. It is all in my mind you see; the past, the now, our future. Tonight, when sleep comes for me, carrying me in her arms, I pray it is you that I see mon amour. I will dream of you.

— Tolú