My heart is clear and my plan is simple.
I will work for 40 years
in a job I may like.
Acquaint myself with worldly individuals
who will share stories of
love
fear
hope
and
pain.
I will acquire a disease
for the transgressions of my bygone times.
I will lay in my death bed, grasping for air, and only succeeding with the help of modern technology.
And I will close my eyes
and reminisce of the few hours at your house
that one summer afternoon
when our favorite movies were watched
when our most cherished songs were played
and when my favorite version of you laid your head on my shoulder.
Then
and only then
will I accept my fate.