If we’re lucky,
Nothing much will happen today,
At least not to us,
Though we may mistake safety for boredom.
If we’re lucky,
No one will call us on the phone
Or send us mail today,
Though we may mistake solitude for loneliness.
If we’re lucky,
Early some morning one of us will awaken
And find the other has died peacefully while sleeping,
Though we may mistake inevitability for tragedy.
If we’re lucky,
The other will quietly follow.
~ Russ Allison Loar
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