In My Dreams

By Jayanna D’Silva

In my dreams,
you hold my hand,
and show me what the city of Glasgow has to offer.

Your accent melodically travels through my body
I beg you, please never stop talking.

You live in a pretty little part of this scary world
but the architecture looming above me is like reality seeping in from the cracks

Seemingly making me feel invincible,
you show me around your hometown,
vines run up the walls like the veins that run blood through our bodies, and I am reminded that life is
short.

The amount of breaths we can take together is scarce.
I pray that you take the leap before it is too late,
to make my dream a reality.