All the things yet to come

I can feel them as they call my name softly and under the covers. It appears in ways that seem silly like that look or a small touch or glimmer of a smile. Some hope comes back to me that you are have become you always wanted to be. The dreams you and I had when we were children have come true like it all went exactly as planned. Well we both know that is not true but it went the way we needed it to be for us both to be free.  My washing line has broken and is on its last legs, it buckled under all the weight and you face is different to before and your hair changed colour. Hope is all we need for things to become the way we wanted, the taps have stopped dripping and the mud has been cleared away. I love it when your boots are muddy and you stand there hopping from one foot to the other before you come into the house. Our house is warm and filled with all the things I've always wanted. My second hand furniture is loved by you just as much as me and I feel content at the thought of all the things yet to come. The children are making dance routines upstairs again and we can hear them through the creaky floorboards. The tiny patter of footsteps one would think it would be, but in actual fact it sounds like elephants up there. We look at each other and laugh because we would not have it any other way. And you reach over to me and I feel safe like home.