I imagine us one day sitting on a covered porch drinking iced teas because we’re too old for beers, watching the world pass by, most of our lives behind us.
But now we’re just at the starting line, I’m crouched and ready to pounce into a new life with you and you are keeping me baited and waiting.
While you’re holding on to the past, I’m holding on with the tips of my fingers and by the skin of my teeth and with every ounce of hope in my heart, praying that it won’t fall apart.
This was written for Tri-Writing with Maya Stein, 3 lines for 21 days. The prompt today was: “In 3 lines, write about something you’re trying to arrange (or rearrange).”