Our Numbered Days

I am just
carbon and bad timing.

I don’t know where I will get
the money, I don’t know what
I will tell my friends, I don’t know how
we will love each other in the nights of cold
and quiet, but airplanes exist and will fly
between where I live and where you are
so hold on, I’m coming.

I will have
fun like my life depends on it
because it does.