Sitting here
In a hotel
In Albuquerque
In Awe
Of how we got here
It really is just
A series of chances
Events that dictate
Outcomes
As you sleep
I Am granted
The time to realize
I like this outcome
So far.

It only seems fitting
That the first poem of this series
Was one of heartbreak
And that the last poem
Be one of happiness and hope

So here's to you
For taking a chance
On a hopeless romantic
Here's to the journey
We are embarking on
And here's to whatever happens
Along the way.

Fin.
(Of the Numbered Series)

Its the way
You turn and look
Straight into my soul
The way you caress
The steering wheel
Like its my face
The way the sun
Seems to radiate
Off of you
And you ask me
"Why are you smiling
Like an idiot?"

You
So patient
Me
So clueless
Now
The universe
Feels
So right
Let's
Get lost
In
Each other

I close my eyes
And pretend
No.
I don't want to know
Its not in my control
No.
You took everything
Gave it all to someone new
No.
You did what you had to
I can't be bitter
No?

Let this be a reminder
That while hell
Is cruel and horrific
It was this world
That made me
As dysfunctional
And disgusting
As I am
Hell isn't my
Designer

Can't bury myself
Killed every piece
Of myself I loved
After what you did
It only felt right
To leave you with
The shovel