nothing comes
easy

not the way i try
to keep all things
in a row

and how they end up
scattering
anyway

or the sleep i never get
for all the hours in bed

these things don't come
easy

on this island
the waves climbing
to make it smaller

or looking inside of myself
and not knowing what
or who i see

how i could have met you differently
and loved you differently
and made the right decisions

nothing comes easy
the things i can't remember
but should,
what you say at night
that i'm still trying to hear
or how so simply
i'm alive

and these months to come
won't be easy
because i've been growing
away from you
or into you
or because of you
or something
like that

the only thing that lingers
is this

the words
they come up easy