The Plan

With each of our breaths
We plug the gaping void.

We watch the eclipse of some other moon
In some other sky.

We don’t know each other’s names
Yet we stay close.

And against all advice to the contrary
We ride out without a plan.

We have nothing to hold onto anymore
Except this awesome sense
Of being alive.

Nothing to follow
Except this unmarked path of
never needing to know.

Nothing to speak of as ‘real’
Except perhaps this love.
This unexpected grace.

You see my darling
Every journey has a beginning and an end.
Except this one.