I measure you out a week at a time
and busy myself in burying the past.
New opportunities come and go, but
I don’t know which ones lead to a future
of peace. I tell myself the best I can do
is to not get lost in the things I can’t change.
It’s really not that dramatic, though.
Being happy is as easy
as waking up in the morning and moving closer
to you in the dim light, confident in the extra hours
ahead in an unplanned day with you.
The silent paradise of what it feels like to settle back
into sleep and not count the hours is as close to heaven
as I can get, and that is more than enough.