Plans change so often —
things start to get better,
people fall out of friendships,
new anxieties and
new interests arise.
I guess I'd rather live
without the pain of not knowing.
Food spoils in the fridge,
moths move into the linen closet.
But in the mornings,
I lie here and I think about you.
An annoying bird sings
outside our window.
I would've given up before, maybe,
but I have my own songs to sing.
And our dreams —
I want to make our shared dreams
into something real and
alive.
