I lay in bed unable to sleep
I wondered, “who will die first, me or him?”
I’ve been thinking alot about death
I jumped out of bed and grabbed my pen and paper.
The sound of crunching leaves beneath my bare feet,
The smell of fresh bread from a nearby bakery,
The beauty in life could not shake
Above and beyond the clouds.
He rolled over, annoyed.
“What’re you doing? Why aren’t you relaxing?
“Can’t relax. I wonder, why am I here and when will it be my turn to leave?”
“Life is so short, there is so much going on, it’s hard to find a light at the end of the tunnel.”
“It’s not hard. Why don’t you write something cheerful.”
“That won’t help.”
“You’re annoyingly optimistic.”
“That’s me. So write.”
“Fine. Roses are red, violets are blue
I’m sick of wearing masks, vaccines and uncertainly
How the hell are YOU?”
“Yea, funny.” He said.
Perhaps he was right. Worrying about life instead of living it is tiring and depressing. So, I finished crocheting my poncho while he went to the liquor store for the ingredients to my favorite martini.