Enough
If enough were too much
we’d have it sooner
but being alone is scary
to both of us
if forever were real
we’d run away screaming
dreading the sameness
of lasting days
if nothing were something
we’d be smug and wealthy
carving our emptiness
into glory
if chaos were peace
we’d drink it for breakfast
ignoring the hurt
swallowing the pain.
Memos from the Middle 