On just a Tuesday afternoon You said you’d be back real soon, And I said “Baby, I love you.” You haven’t come back and that’s fine. This couch became my only friend; It would support me till the end, But then collapsed and left me lone again. The wood decayed and that’s fine. Sun was shining when I woke. Out the door I cleared my throat. They laughed at my backwards coat. I wiped a tear and that’s fine. Kwik Trip hadn’t any breaks. The cashier gave me many shakes. The nerves make me love my fate. The awkardness resides, I’m fine. I was fine to see you leave. The couch was fine for me to sleep. Although I’m shaking at the knees, I love it. Amor fati.