And Sometimes You Don't

It feels good to be so in love again.
in love with my self,
in love with the wilting, fire-red
sun of the apocalypse that lingers
above a Pennsylvania tree line.
In love with the trips to the city
on those sticky summer nights that
seemingly always end the same;
me...in my big empty bed.
In love with the drives to and from work,
singing my music from the gut.
In love with my best friends.
In love with my enemies, whos
speed and agility has so graciously
been reduced by their old-age.
In love with catching up to the race
with many more miles to go in my legs.
In love with the books.
In love with my Saturday mornings
spent in isolation in my room.
In love with you, and this,
and whatever our futures may, or may not
hold.

I remembering saying it.
I told you,
and them,
and my self.
"The wave will break,
and then I'll rest."

I was right.
It did.