We said,
we wouldn’t turn nothing
into something.
Said we’d refrain
from “what ifs” and
“maybes”.
We agreed that nothing
could never become something
because it didn’t make sense
didn’t fit into the ideas
or the plans,
of who we were and what our lives looked like.
It didn’t “line up”,
how you felt,
how hard I fought it.
It just didn’t make sense.
Nothing couldn’t become something,
we said.
So, we were so careful not to be honest.
Made so sure we treaded lightly.
Tried so hard to lie whitely.
We planned our lives around nothing.
But we never prepared ourselves for what we would do
if nothing suddenly became...


everything.