But it’s okay.

(Don’t ask why, accept me for once)

We are both so nihilistic, pessimistic

(and I’m always saying that’s not good,

we should change and become different people,

you always say “no” and make it sound

so very inviting and profound because I always

say “Okay, that’s good I guess”)

But why don’t we let ourselves think lucky for once.

Like maybe we’ll get lucky and (still) be amazing

Ten years (down the road) from now

(Yeah maybe we’ll get lucky, I hope so)

Or maybe we’ll get lucky and watch the sun go down,

Summer dusk,

And think back to today (so many years ago)

Maybe we’ll get lucky and (together) go gray

(I hope so, but I don’t know, I hope so.

We’re hoping together,

in a weird pessimist-turned-cautious-optimist

sort of way. I think it’s good.)

I was standing at the window when you came up behind me,

I sort of like that,

And it made me smile, actually.

You have a scent sort of like vanilla and sort of like coffee

(I’m not quite sure how)

but right now you said, so serious, “I’ve been thinking”

I said, “So have I”, quietly like almost everything I do.

And then there was nothing but breathing for a minute or two,

I was breathing sort of vanilla and sort of coffee and I liked it,

And I broke first.

“Let’s think lucky, love.” Life is short and long all at once,

and that’s a great cliché right there, but what I said was:

Let’s be alright.

(Indicating something involving pessimism)

And you were silent for a minute or two and still,

But then I could feel you smiling against my back

(which is actually a very wonderful sensation)

“Yeah that sounds good I guess.”

You said...

(And things were okay for a minute or two.)

“Let’s think lucky, love.”

I like it...but something about this bothers me. I don't know what. Or rather I do, but not exactly. O.o;; mrrrfffttt.