The worst thing about anyone is being a child
and knowing everything about love
and nothing about the loss of it.
So when you’re two people
and the little things fester
like the way his eye twitches
when words skip through your teeth,
you think about the tomorrow,
how this is just a blip.
How love plants deep like
little seedlings in the ridge of your spine.
But you don’t even think
about watering them