It always starts the same way
with me doubting myself
and assuming that doubt carries--
So at 2 am, I roll over and start to cry
and he's in tune, and knows something is wrong
and we have that conversation
curled up on the couch
(because the bedroom is a safe place).
I ask him where it's all going
and cry a bit when he's honest and
says "I don't know yet"
And then he does something that makes me laugh
and after I warn him:
"I won't wait for 10 years--I'm too good for that,"
I realize I probably would wait the 10 years.
And I probably won't have to.