someday it may all work out

and we can stop feeling as though

we are in a hurry to get old

so we can retire or at least

people may expect less of us

or maybe we die but at any rate

we can stop the endless petty

struggle just to provide for

another day on a planet that

was given to us for free

and then maybe we’ll have

time to talk to one another

my love and you can know me

not as a scared and exhausted

mess driven strangely to strange

ways and I might know you less

anxiety ridden a nervous though

quite lovely always beautiful

and this heart beating inside

leaving contrails across the sky

your laugh and its effect on everything