the bus poem - part two: a month or two

I’ll see you in a month or two,
and I’ll tell you how much I love you.
If the Earth hasn’t yet imploded,
if you haven’t blown your brains out,
and if I don’t become hollow or
swallow too many pills.
I’ll see you in a month or two,
and it’ll be like 5 years ago
all over again
but better.