PLANS

In my pocket
are the places
we were supposed
to visit. It was
going to last
us decades,
until we were
old enough
to mostly
live off of memories
& storytelling,
our bodies
nearly consumed
by our old age.
You can
barely read
the names with all
the coffee stains.
They were listed
with the best
intentions.
New Zealand,
Antartica,
the Egyptian Pyramids,
the first hotel
we stayed at in Paris,
the one with the giant
windows with the view
of the Eiffel Tower.
And I could go on.
And now the list is
crumpled up & flying
through the air
& into the garbage.