To My Head

A day full of bookkeeping, numbers float around and cold sweats constantly break out around my trembling nerves. Addition was never my strong suit.

And yet, by the end of the night, the red wine bottle half drunk, the calmed nerves likewise, how the future still appears in the distance with promises of brighter futures and that thing you meant to be doing. It can still be done.

I can't stay here, she says, and you know what she means. The world lies there, waiting. It isn't going anywhere.

But you will.

But you will.