Tomorrow is Friday
I cross off the dates on my calendar
I try to make sure I'm well rested
I've been pinching pennies
Spending money I don't have
It is incredibly hot
In the coach house.

I become accustomed to your absence
Though I deeply hope it doesn't last
But I too,
Let that fear go.

I worry about aging
I worry about changing
I worry about being stuck in one place.

I feel like my poetry has been so much less poetic lately.