in high school
i wrote my obituary.
i was certain i wouldn't make it
past age eighteen.
i figured
since my future was so clouded,
it was not invisible;
it was nonexistent.
it seemed
others could look ahead to their dreams,
but not me.
i figured
it would be some freak accident.
a car crash
or a robbery.
don't ask me why.
that's just what i thought.
but here I am
almost twenty.
look at me now.
my future is still uncertain,
and i don't know where my path will lead,
but i know for sure
that i want your footsteps to mark the dirt next to mine.
i can't quite see in the dark,
and i'm still finding my way.
but if the only definite thing for me right now
at the end
is you,
i am content.
LDR life. Thanks for being my something to live for.