Coming and going,

shouting and staying.

Will things ever be the same?

Listless drift, patchy emotion.

Everything is uncertain.

Borrowed thoughts,

insomniac nostalgia.

Thinking of the things we'll do together one day.

Is it enough?

Will we do them?

Will we move on from these times and spaces?

Will we ride through the mountainous night again,

to wake up in northern Appalachia?

I go to sleep worrying.