If this were my last breath,
I might regret
Not have followed Love back,
all the way in.
I may regret not that I became
reasonable, but that I remained there,
this shelter of options, because
it’s true you never know
what to do
for sure.
But something else is true
also, and with her scent now
in the air, we haven’t a moment
to lose.
— LB, 31 August 2018