The Future(s) We Piece Together

There is a future where you and I name our children after birds.

Robin, because your dad's name is Raven and mine is Robert, and it would pay homage to both,

And we may also be too invested in Batman and the Batfamily

(I'll be honest, it's mostly me).

Sparrow may also be a child of ours,

Named after the sibling of mine that was never born,

Lost to us too soon.

We feel they would've been a boy.

There is a future where we live together in a small, lively town in Oregon,

I'm writing, 

You're creating art, 

And together we run a bookstore.

There is a future where we go to live in Japan for a year,

To solidify my fluency in the language,

And open up more possibilities for the future.

There is a future in Southern California where

I'm on a writing team for a TV show,

And you're storyboarding for an animated show you've created.

But that vision is short-lived.

Whenever one of us brings it up, it's pushed to the back of our minds,

And you insist you'd hate to live in California, same as I,

But it's part of both of our dreams.

Why do we push that future away?

There is a future for both of us that is sure:

Where we are married and support each other 

In whichever future we each wish to pursue.

We'll take it one step at a time.