To tell you the truth,
I'm terrified,
of life
of love
of tomorrow
of next week
of the rest if forever.

Everyday my hands shake,
my heart pounds,
my legs buckle at the knees

Questions about my future
elicit trembling statements,
inquires into my love life
make me shake,
and making plans
causes my hands to sweat

Tomorrow is so uncertain,
what we know,
who we love,
may never exist beyond this point,
our illusion of life
is more fragile that the smallest flower
our feelings of control
are smoke and dust
and the idea of eternity
is greater than any of us.

And I am scared.