The Possibility of Change

There’s always
the possibility
of change
that hoovers
over your head;
despite how sunny
things may look today;
love can wither
like leaves
under the humiliation
of the wind
like anything thin
even paper recoils in the fire
letters shrivel
into breathless ash
and why
should I think
that it wouldn’t happen
to me too?
so just the thought
of being trapped
has taught me
to always be prepared
to make a quick get away.