Too fast?

The wind whistles underneath the balcony door.
I hope it doesn’t wake you.
My day ends peacefully when I know you’re sleeping safely.

The days seem to blur together lately.
I’m the cold wind blowing below a door.
Impossible not to stare into the distance, looking for a place to slow down.

One day, I’ll learn to live in the moment,
to live a moment,
but I’m living this one with you
seeking to live our next one.

Someday, I won’t be the wind sliding speedily through the door.
I’ll be the breeze on a warm beach day,
holding your hand, and theirs.