Lost in a dandelion

On Saturday,
the sky is a true bathroom blue
of truth
at this coffeeshop on a
restless corner
a river away from
where I realized I loved you
once.  A million times.
Loved you.
I see you breaking
and I'm breaking too,
though I'm not supposed to
but whether this makes sense
my heart is yours
and I'm lost in this dream
that's so simple, it's hard
and so hard, it's simple
to love you.
As the dandelion fibers dance
around us,
and the music tingles our lobes.
This is love,
and we know it's not perfect,
but it's right.
I hope I can be good enough
for it, one day.