Time

Time.
It’s losing its luster
it’s gone.

I can’t believe
how quick
sand falls.
It’s done.

They had so long to go,
those hands up on the wall.
Fast, they spin around,
faster than

I’d like to know
if we can ever get it back.
Travel through the very thing
we now lack.

I wonder where they go,
the seconds of the day.
Memories may fade,
but they never go away.

Right Here, Right There

As the roar of the dishwasher fills the background,
I lie surrounded by boxes, playthings, clutter.
And for the first time all day,
I don’t let it get to me.
I am about to lay next to you, my love,
with a couple little loves in between.

How lucky are we?

Tied together by our flower-like connection.
The seed was our creation, one we water everyday.

Every day, I miss you.
The late nights.
A floor to move our feet.
A drink to share too fast.
The dreams we’d share in the past.

Now we struggle to last.
To lay still is to steal a moment,
knowing it may not come again soon enough.
And too often we don’t steal enough for us.

But I love you.

And as I peek at a clock that is not my friend,
I write to you, for you
to know that I’m always right here.
Heart full in knowing you’re always right there.