You pull a book off the shelf
Next to the bed and begin.
“It was the best of times, it was the
worst
of times.”
We live in the worst of times.
Our growing student loans
My growing anxiety, your growing stress
No jobs, no money, only problems
with the car, with the plumbing,
with the upstairs apartment throwing parties
Every night
Until sleep has become a myth we once knew
But those nights without panic…
The nights when you hold me close
And whisper books into my ear
And I fall in love all over again
Listening to your voice tell me stories
Until I fall asleep as you kiss my cheek
And you fall asleep too.
I wake up
And we’re still breathing in sync
On our hand-me-down sheets
so I sit and close my eyes
Until your lips meet mine.
That’s how we turn the worst of times into
The best of our lives.
