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