prognosis pro

I foresee a future in which
we will both be dead.

Our plans panned out, some 
or other way. Our concerns tapped
out in some final kick or expiring
sigh. So far from today, 
I hope

...but don't know. 

Details are vague, as they always are 
in the static field of dynamic present 
moment's flux. All in motion in us.

So shall we yield? 

I say, go on. For the end is known,
though we know not when - still,
we are forearmed. And how shall
we fare to get us there? Fret not, 
my love. 

Fate has ways.

Let us keep eyes open and wise,
and trust to good luck and charm.