At the end of the evening
I want to say something other than “goodnight.”
I want to tell you how I really feel.
I want to say something that is absolutely real.

Unfortunately, I’m not sure I even know
what that would be these days.
Shifting sands surround us
above and below
and on all sides.
I think our troubles don’t amount to bean-hills anymore
even if they ever did.

I don’t know if I have anything worth saying
let alone anything genuine.
I don’t know everything that I’m scared of
but I do know the list is growing.

Among the things, though,
I do know
is that I don’t want to just say “goodnight” to you.
Hell, I don’t want to say “goodnight” to you at all
ever.
I just want to say “good morning”
over and over
for all eternity.

Huh.
Well, I guess that got kind of real there.