Insurance (For heartbreak)
Enough is a good word, no?
‘Just enough’, even better.
That’s exactly how much I’ve ever needed:
just enough.
Just enough friends to get through life
just enough gin to relax on an evening
just enough chocolate to end a meal with
just enough laughs to beat the blues
just enough music to swing to
just enough sky to spread my wings
just enough poetry to assuage the soul
just enough silence to hear birds sing
just enough time to pursue a little hobby
just enough faith to sail through a rough patch —
Therefore, when I find myself
in the depths of your love -
your ever expansive and abiding adulation
feels extravagant
almost disproportionate to what I give
or what I’ve always hoped for.
It worries me endlessly to have too much -
for then, the fear of losing is real
the pain, unsparing:
isn’t it then, a better proposition
to have a little less than what’s desired?
Wouldn’t it be easier to simply have
just enough?
(On second thoughts…maybe not! No, not maybe, certainly- certainly not. Just enough of you doesn’t sound right. I’ll always want more than just enough of you)
