Over Overthinking

It’s just you and me, with the wind that sounds of geese,  
and howling children, and garbage bins rolling up the street.
It’s just you, and me, together; alone.
We should get some rest.. Then there’s much to be shown.
There is much to discuss, to ponder, and soak.  
To remember and blame; for there is much to feel shame. And  
There is flame to smile about, to close our eyes and nurture safe.  
To feel burning in our chests, inspiring futures to create.  
You see, there’s clouding in the way, perhaps thinking will rid of it.  
But then we’ll think and think and worry and sit.  
Sitting in the dark, counting down the days.  
Try laying in the almost-naked pillows worrying about the ways.  
Like the ways we ruined things and the places it stings.  
And next we’re rubbing our temples, sitting back up.  
Walking down the scary stairs in frantic search of a much-needed cup.  
And we can drink water, and we can breathe and say ‘it’s fine’,  
And we can crawl back up into bed and close our strong magnetic eyes..  
but it’s just you, and me, in this comfy 3am hell. It’s just you, and me,  
I say to myself.