In Our Correspondence, We Use The Phrase "One Day" A Lot Poem by Raj Dronamraju

You sound like an angry parent
When you scuttle from hope to admonition
Telling me off while feeding me the future of the two of us together

Our optimism is the retort of escape
And fantasy is its poison pill
Exacting lethargy as replacement for disruption of daily schedule

One day we'll be together but if I say that ancient galleons will rise
Shake off dust and creaking rot and appear in populated harbors
They will be witnessed but not us
Ours is a story we tell other married people and old ladies and they say "how quaint"

Let's plan as if we were two individuals without other connections
We speak with immediate familiar enlistment mechanism
And okay, I and you know this can happen and but you are there and I am here

In our correspondence, we use the phrase "one day" a lot
Like it is a destination not quite visible but the journey is pinned on getting there
Without it, the scaffold shudders and collapses and those patient would be lovers run off screaming into the dark