The piles of everything else

I looked at my husband tonight
and I felt the familiar flutter of love
under the piles of everything else
and I thought about how lucky I am
to have wound up my life
with this funny and courageous man
but the piles teetered
and the words scuttled away
waiting to stack
into a pile of their own
to topple the others
their only way
to warn me
that tomorrow doesn’t
always come.