I brace myself for what comes next,
Not knowing, only caring,
Hurting in a tender heart,
My future upside down
From what I thought last week.
Am I pretending the party hasn’t ended?
Was the kiss hello the last? I hate
Roller-coasters, just want a straight
Line of love in my hands, a month,
A year, an answered prayer.
Give me carrot soup with crusty bread,
Tapenade and ham, fresh cranberries,
A lover’s eyes before my midnight dreams.