I worry about the future
I worry all the time
I ask if we can make it
You tell me we’ll be fine
We may not have everything
But I am yours
And you are mine
11.16.19
I wrote you a love story
on a red post-it note
it was short but brilliant
though the glue failed
words tumbled in the air
with orange leaves in fall
10.27.19
If we’re willing to bleed,
fight, die for one another
we owe it to them, live
really live, while we can
10.4.19
Jobs, a roof, a dog, a roof,
We can dance on the kitchen
To slow old blues songs
We have everything, she says
8.4.19
Sit in bed
look at rings
Wonder if you
did go too fast
Or not enough
when we only
have so much
time in the end