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