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.