Of course, it’s like this. Always has been.
The incorrect order. The stolen package. The abusive partner. The tragic statistic.
Worst-case scenario? Coming my way. Absorbing the bad luck So you don’t have to!
I deign to dream I’ll bust free of this role, But I fear that’s just How it is for some.
I blink off melancholia Tilt my chin toward the sun Conjure where I’m headed: To our new place, our home.
Gentle arms waiting To envelop me. Share our woes and fears As you stroke my curls.
“Do you think it’s possible To stay this happy?” We both cook dinner. Laugh and eat on the patio.
Of course, it’s like this. Always will be.