Maybe you shouldn’t
come over tonight, she said.
My room is a mess and
I didn’t have to time to clean up.
I am leaving, you see,
and my flight is tomorrow
but, ok, you can come over
if you don’t mind the mess.
She flies all over the world
but she never flies away
from a heart
that changes its mind
even more than my own.
Her room is a mess
just like she said
but I don’t really see it
because it echoes
of living and wonder and life.
She admits that she doesn’t have a way
as she walks the path unseen
through chaos and uncertainty
and wouldn’t change a thing
even if it means leaving.
We talk and we laugh
and we never make any plans.
We just enjoy the beauty of tonight
and brave any chaos
we create tomorrow.
I drive home and remember
that I left my hat behind,
lost in the chaos of her space
and knew I really didn’t
mind the mess at all.
